The real catastrophe in modern life.
Dick Gregory, the great black comedian, recently passed away.
I had been watching a series of interviews with Dick Gregory that were fascinating.
These interviews made Dick Gregory look like a raving old loon.
On the surface.
Listen a little closer when you have as much data loaded up in your brain as I do, Gregory sounded like one of the most brilliant people I have ever heard speak anywhere. He was hitting them out of the park. This was intermixed with gibberish.
I will never be certain whether or not Dick Gregory was inserting the gibberish in order to discredit himself deliberately out of a desire to only be heard by people who had ears for what he was saying.
I'll never forget one stretch of exposition, I think it went something like this.
"Soda pop and late nights. That's what killing our people. Whites too. Acid in the blood and only a couple hours of deep sleep. You won't see nothing grow back on that, everything stays broken but people still got to get up in the morning for work. You call these rich people's houses after seven'o'clock, they've taken the phone off the hook. They in bed by that time. They don't drink that crap they only sell it. They got all organic inside they house. They don't drink nothing that comes out of the tap because they know better! You think they don't know what is killing the rest of us? Of course they do! This is stealth! This creeps in and kills you while you should be sleeping, real slow! Wake up! It is killing you where you don't see it!"
I just don't think real madmen are ever making that much sense.
Gitcha vaccines, they're good for you