Bill Burr is the best thing going in standup comedy today.
He’s got the righteously misanthropic rhetoric of Bill Hicks, without the tendency to go off on tangents that aren’t funny. He’s got the casual, self-deprecating reflectiveness of Louis CK, without the weak-ass, white guilt, Hillary-pandering persona.
Bill Burr is the world’s funniest everyman.
He’s an over-the-top sports fan, but hates macho idiots. He despises idiots, yet mocks snobby elitists. He’s willing to dabble into conspiracy theories without ever taking himself to seriously. He loves his wife, but calls her out for her insufferable nagging, etc. In a way, Burr is an oddly balanced comedian. And now he’s a father.
So, congratulations are in order for my favourite tirade enthusiast on finally growing his balls enough to take the plunge and have a child.
Now that my ass kissing is out of the way, I will patiently wait until his new Netflix special comes out on Netflix.