|—||Bill Hicks talking about his experience with shrooms.|
I was over in Australia, and got asked, “Are you proud to be an American?”
I, I dunno, I didn’t have a lot to do with it! My parents fucked there, that’s about all…. I was in the spirit realm at that time, trying to tell them “Fuck in Paris! Fuck in Paris!” but they couldn’t hear me, ‘cause I didn’t have a mouth! I was a spirit without lungs or a mouth, or vocal cords. They fucked here.
Ok, I’m proud…
I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it, man, it makes me fucking sick. It’s a round world, last time I checked, okay? Y’know what I mean? I hate patriotism.
In fact, that’s how we can stop patriotism, I think. Instead of puttin’ stars and stripes on our flag, we should put pictures of our parents fucking!
Gather people ‘round that flag, and see your dad hunched over your mom’s big 4x4 butt, see if any boot ‘n rally mentality can circle around that little fuckin’ image.
"God… damn! I’m out of here. Fuck it."