RAW was a werido, miscreant, inchoate force who still was able to focus his ravage into words. This collection of shorts put out a few years before they had the decency to bury the man (his final wish couldnt have been achieved since he beat out Falwell to stay alive the longest) is a nice little peak into the day-to-day workings of RAWs mind. On the surface, his perspective doesnt always jive with me, but if you bother to think about his work, which is not forced on you and so is where the slippery-slope arguments can start with him, there are some truly amazing insights into this conspiracy we call life. The shorts are filled with the typical bits of non-sequitur, hyperbole, and satire that make RAW, RAW; so, although there were some thoughts in here that made my wiring short-circuit here and there, I couldnt stop laughing the whole way through.
RAW exposes himself in his final days to be what he always proclaimed to be. An extremist pragmatist who loved freedom more than freedom-loving normals. Unfortunately, the wackos in said bunch could read him at face-value and think his was talking to them. That is, those that either didnt bother to think about his work or thought about it a bit too much might be duped into re-enforcing their perspective which he clearly disdains but still seems to use his language to speak to. It must be accepted as the beauty and danger with the man who has finally fulfilled his wish: extra-planetary travel.
Miss you much RAW.