I noticed that this thread did not include one comment on the horror that Bill Cosby suffered. His son was murdered.
In cold blood.
My father and I were watching an early soliliquoy where Bill was describing raising his kids, and how his wife would order the children...and all I could think of was "my God, this was so funny, but you could never say it again. Ever." His son was dead, and in this little skit that was so funny, he was having such fun with the joys of being the parent of mindless mush, that if you did not install order, would remain mindless mush.
He installed order, and his son was killed.
Bill sees the mindless mush, staying at mindless mush, and is disheartened.
My heart goes out to the guy, every time I think of him.
Everybody that says he's bad. F'n Kerry 'em!
DK
Bump for a righteous post.
Cosby stepped up and has always stepped up. People forget he broke color lines that had been built with steel when he became the first black man to star in a television show. Hard to imagine, but it caused a lot of tumult at the time. Even Robert Culp was patted on the back for allowing Cosby to co-star with him.
Cosby's humor was always clean and edifying; he never swore and was consistently hilarious. Long before Seinfeld, he was the best.
My favorite old bit of his was when his brother and he jumped on their bed and broke it, then blamed the damage on "the man who came in the window."
Cosby's only son's death was tragic and very peculiar.
Blacks and whites all need to pay this man respect. If not him, who?