Thursday Morning

My knee and arm continue to heal. In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have posted about my little accident but when you have a blog to fill, you tend to think of everything as material. It was not as bad as some who wrote me seemed to think.

I don't have much to say about the Eric Garner matter back east other than to echo the frustration of Mr. Stewart last night on The Daily Show. Years ago when we had the Rodney King riots in L.A., I had a gentleman of color doing some construction-type work on my house. Naturally, we got to talking about the looting and burning that was going on in parts of the city following the verdict that acquitted the police officers who'd been caught on tape beating the crap out of King, long after he could not have escaped or harmed them.

The worker said to me, not that this wasn't obvious, "It just shows you the system is rigged. Even when they have videotape of these cops assaulting a black man, the cops walk." That's got to be what a lot of people are feeling today about Garner's death and also that of Michael Brown and others.

I'm trying to not write as much on this blog about serious subjects because there are so many places on the 'net where you can read about them, whereas this is one of the few places you can read about old comedians and my silly experiences and the evils of cole slaw. But as a wise man wrote very recently, when you have a blog to fill, you tend to think of everything as material. So I'm not going to dwell on Brown or Garner…and if Bill Cosby weren't a comedy legend, I probably wouldn't be writing much about him. I just have trouble at times getting my mind off injustices that are out there. I kind of hope I never learn how to do that.