During the horrible republican dynasty, liberals would hide themselves in dark places like coffee shops and bars. The dark poet was among this order of the trashed souls. Bill Hicks was a dark poet with the grandest ideals and highest opinion. He said once that his brother was a genius, though I doubt that anyone really came close to Bill's ingenious response to dividing poitical issues and satirical view of a skewed america; worthy of Twain, Swift, Pryor, Carlin, Bruce, and Vonnegut, who carried the same burden with as much heft.