So, who's with me...?  'cuz this is a dare, I'm daring all the advertizers on the side of "back-patting" and "in it for the money or whatever-the-fuck you think might be doing sometime" to, at least, join the side of "we've got our heads up and we know what we're doing when we make light and clever ads to promote that our company isn't actually evil and help the world at the same time revolving around issues most people wouldn't understand and the clouds."
Now, the dare is, a) more advertizers join this side, and that includes their sponsors getting a clue, and b) more people join MY side in the potential to shoot these people..

Now look.  Bill Hicks was a great comedian who had the balls to say it like it is, and he was a little crass so he died.  He hated advertizers most of all (and it's no coincidence that the Sun does too), and he had the best ending line for his plays that almost anyone ever had.  I'd listen to him before Shakespeare anytime.  No offense to our daddy Shakespeare..  he's *after* we get rid of all the vermin... or some of them, as shakespeare might say.

World peace isn't a fairy-tale wish because anger exists.

Now, Bill Hicks either a) had some good comedy to do while he was martyring (and he did make it very clear that, even while he talked about Barbara Bush eating a lank dropped into her mouth by Rush Limbaugh, that he wasn't even pretending he was joking when it comes to the advertizers), or b) didn't have the balls to carry out what he really believed and died anyway, just not by the cops.

You think I'm all words because I, and/or the Sun or maybe a galaxy, talk about time-travel jokes, I'm making a list in my head of where I've seen gun-shops.

And this is all kinda a joke because the Sun gave us a theory about precision, and some guy with cosmos in his eyes told us about priorities.  Got it?