Thank God for Gibby

Gibby Haynes says he has an organic brain malfunction that makes it impossible for him to stop talking at times. i'd say it's obvious he is supremely gifted. on the last butthole surfers album they released (Weird Revolution), in like 2001 (??), he finally wrote a sermon i guess he felt like making into a song.

here's my personal twisted preacher and his best sermon:

On behalf of Doctor Timothy Leary, in association with the legions of illuminated social rejects, and as an influential administrator and creator of musical chaos in these so called United States, I stand as a messenger of strangeness this evening, in order to impress upon or at least to instruct the honorable musicians as to the methods and the motives of a truly bizarre reality...the Weird Revolution.

Thomas Jefferson, co-founder and president of this morally corrupt nation, said "If God is truly just, I tremble for the fate of my country." Secondly there are some dynamics at play which I must familiarize you with.

The so called weirdos in this country stand as completely freaked out by the normal man as the normal man is completely freaked out by the weird masses reaction to him.

Which came first you may ask, chicken or egg you may ask, well, the chicken of course and it's time to break this weird-ass chain.

The weird masses don't want to be normalized. Weirdos want be abnormal. The Freaks can't be formally normalized nor can we be normally formalized. What we want is complete weirdification.

Basically we don't want weirdness from the normal man. We don't want to be freaked out by the normal man. We want to out freak the normal man.

The normal man entices and prostitutes and performs surgery on our weird women. Yes, even your brother could be a victim of his plastic fantasies. And if you weird out his daughter he'll blast your ass.

What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Are you freaking with me? What's good for the goose is good for the gander. So you can pluck out his feathers and smile because you are defending our weird women from the freaky-ass thoughts of the bug-eyed, bowlegged normal man.