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Somewhere, Bill Hicks is Laughing
See, this is what I get for enjoying myself immensely at party after party over the long holiday weekend and deliberately ignoring the teevee and interwebs. It’s only now I find out that Jesse Helms is on his merry way to Hell! Damn, had I known about it at the time, the weekend would have been even more enjoyable.
Some of you may recall that, not two weeks ago, during lamentations over the passing of the great George Carlin, yours truly opined:
Vonnegut died in April of last year, and Jerry Falwell departed this mortal coil for Hell barely one month later. There’s a certain Karmic symmetry: take one of Ours, you have to take one of Theirs to balance it out.
Which means that [Pat Robertson] had best be updating his will.
Hey, I was close, wasn’t I? My prediction was prophetic; I just erred on the specific identity of the vicious old right wing scumsucker who would shortly be called home to his Dark Master.
And as for the question of how Saint Hicks felt about dear ol’ Jesse… well, you know how the Googles work, dontcha? I don’t want to spoil all the fun.
UPDATE: And for anyone who finds my exulting in the old monster’s death to be tacky… yeah.
