Hicks

Bill was a purveyor of truth. At the core, comedy is truth. The pursuit of finding the naked emperor. Pulling the mask of culture and media away and pulling a laugh out of the raw, bleeding kernel of reality. Hicks was the fucking crown prince of comedy because he ripped the skin off of what we were told and spoke from the raw, bleating fetus of our ideas. Comedy lies in the viscera. A real, bellowing belly laugh comes from the ability to curb through to the core of a person, grab their ego by the lapels and slap it around. To use deeply held beliefs as weapons, convention as a spring board for mockery.. That's the fucking unholy hammer.