BillHicks
2nd March 2006, 15:49
Canadian, from the Toronto area, no patience for bullshit or unnecessary division. Former member of the MLPC. Current member of the NDP, commited to a united left. Grew up very Catholic, considered the priesthood until I was 16 while also being active in Heritage Front (even if I had to lie about my last name to do so at the time).
My life changed when it became clear that the new junior priest was being more than friendly with one of the altar boys and for questioning him about it, I was given the boot from my Parish (of which I'd served as an either an altar boy, rectory volunteer and catechism teacher since I was 7). The following Wednesday I went to vespers in my high school chapel and it just so happened that the same priest was performing them since he had a school mass to perform later that morning anyway. He refused me the eucharist. I walked out calmly, had no intention in getting into anything heated ina chapel. That same morning I went to the school mass and this time he was forced to present me with the eucharist since there were people present, so I put it in my mouth, moistened it and spit it back into his face. Thinking I was about to get lynched (not just by my fellow Catholic school students but by staff and faculty) my religion teacher, himself a Deacon in the Eastern Rite church yanked me outside, handed me a smoke (yeah, I still smoked at the time) and said simply "I've known you for 3 years, whatever your reason was for that, I know you had a good one, so what was it?" With a couple of weeks, said pedorass was just shipped off somewhere else, I don't know where. Shortly thereafter, I had an English teacher who handed me a copy of Ginsberg and said to hold onto it since maybe now my mind was open enough to read it. A few months later I was off to see American History X and vividly remember uncontrollably crying when Derek was asked "has anything you've done made your life any better?".
I grew up in an extremely socially conservative home, that much should be obvious, I was kicked the shit out of more than I care to remember and for a long time I held that against everyone I came into contact with. That's no way to live. There is no greater sense of failure than a failed suicide, which I know all too well. Living in Ottawa for a while I got involved with the MLPC, and no offense to anyone here but I found those in control of the party to be a bunch of intolerant jackals and part of the very problem they were always *****ing about but never actually willing to do anything about. It would seem that by simply reading the works of one Anton LaVey I had committed some act of treason against working people everywhere (and the party given the "no religion" mantra), when I and my family and friends began receiving phone calls from "999-999-9999" asking specifically about me and my activities, I had had enough and quit, knowing that surely there was a better way than THAT. Surely, cannibalizing those already committed to bringing about socially progressive change isn't the best way to go about it.
Otherwise, I'm a rather delightful fellow who's into 'pataphysics, cars and flirting shamelessly. :P Currently on the last legs of an English & IT double major at York U where I also work (even if I am seemingly the only leftist on campus who doesn't put any stock whatsoever in ethnic nationalism).
So yeah, that's my story in a highly compressed and ugly nutshell.
See ya's around.
OH, before I forget, major influence:
Nietzsche
Foucault
deBeauvoir
Rollins
Biafra
Riel
My life changed when it became clear that the new junior priest was being more than friendly with one of the altar boys and for questioning him about it, I was given the boot from my Parish (of which I'd served as an either an altar boy, rectory volunteer and catechism teacher since I was 7). The following Wednesday I went to vespers in my high school chapel and it just so happened that the same priest was performing them since he had a school mass to perform later that morning anyway. He refused me the eucharist. I walked out calmly, had no intention in getting into anything heated ina chapel. That same morning I went to the school mass and this time he was forced to present me with the eucharist since there were people present, so I put it in my mouth, moistened it and spit it back into his face. Thinking I was about to get lynched (not just by my fellow Catholic school students but by staff and faculty) my religion teacher, himself a Deacon in the Eastern Rite church yanked me outside, handed me a smoke (yeah, I still smoked at the time) and said simply "I've known you for 3 years, whatever your reason was for that, I know you had a good one, so what was it?" With a couple of weeks, said pedorass was just shipped off somewhere else, I don't know where. Shortly thereafter, I had an English teacher who handed me a copy of Ginsberg and said to hold onto it since maybe now my mind was open enough to read it. A few months later I was off to see American History X and vividly remember uncontrollably crying when Derek was asked "has anything you've done made your life any better?".
I grew up in an extremely socially conservative home, that much should be obvious, I was kicked the shit out of more than I care to remember and for a long time I held that against everyone I came into contact with. That's no way to live. There is no greater sense of failure than a failed suicide, which I know all too well. Living in Ottawa for a while I got involved with the MLPC, and no offense to anyone here but I found those in control of the party to be a bunch of intolerant jackals and part of the very problem they were always *****ing about but never actually willing to do anything about. It would seem that by simply reading the works of one Anton LaVey I had committed some act of treason against working people everywhere (and the party given the "no religion" mantra), when I and my family and friends began receiving phone calls from "999-999-9999" asking specifically about me and my activities, I had had enough and quit, knowing that surely there was a better way than THAT. Surely, cannibalizing those already committed to bringing about socially progressive change isn't the best way to go about it.
Otherwise, I'm a rather delightful fellow who's into 'pataphysics, cars and flirting shamelessly. :P Currently on the last legs of an English & IT double major at York U where I also work (even if I am seemingly the only leftist on campus who doesn't put any stock whatsoever in ethnic nationalism).
So yeah, that's my story in a highly compressed and ugly nutshell.
See ya's around.
OH, before I forget, major influence:
Nietzsche
Foucault
deBeauvoir
Rollins
Biafra
Riel