The Comedy of Hate…
Hitting the random button on my media player this eve’, I landed on Bill Hicks’ album Dark Poet. I saw the title of a set portion, “the comedy of hate.” I was reminded of how often my sense of humor could be exactly defined as such.
Hicks had the ability to mock something in a devastating manner only by using the truth…
The comedy of hate isn’t hate; it is telling the truth and being unfiltered in a world that has lost the appreciation of honesty. I am a very “P.C” person; I believe that every person is worth exactly the same. Unfortunately, this worth is nothing. All of us are forsaken by our cherished beliefs and deities and left to this world to deal alone and naked and vulnerable. Society tells us even more lies about the “American Dream” and the ability of all people to pull themselves up by the bootstraps.
People are all equal. We are all born and, those who are lucky enough, live to make our own decisions. Society fucks us all. We are casualties (or survivors) of class.
This post has taken a right turn, but I will hit on my point: The comedy of hate is not about hate; it is about love for all people and hope, even in the face of reality. Pointing out the truth may allow others the perception of the constructs that work against them; to turn the tide.
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