Oops! Kung Fu found dead from kinky sex act

I see where David Carradine was found dead this week. I always enjoyed the old TV show Kung Fu. But unlike many Americans, I have resisted the tendency to deify various celebrities.

My wife and I were discussing this phenomenon in a conversation about Princess Diana recently, and I noted the frequency with which she said she liked this one, or disliked that one. I pointed out that the person you THINK you know is seldom the real person. After all, in the case of actors, you the fan only have exposure to the person’s assumed identity in the various characters they’ve played. So it’s really pointless to glom onto some celebrity and decide that you like them. YOU DON’T KNOW THEM!

Americans have really gone over the edge where celebrities are concerned. Do a Google search on Paris Hilton and Patrick Henry; then note the vast difference in the number of hits. Celebrity worship (and professional sports) serves as a major distraction from issues of serious consequence. Huge numbers of Americans know the intricate details of their favorite movie star’s life, and at the same time are totally ignorant of what their congressman is up to – or even who their congressman is!

As this all relates to David Carradine, it’s interesting to note he was found with a rope around his neck AND the other end tied to his pecker. I guess it’s safe to assume that he came and went at the same time. He, like so many people, had a fascination with his genitalia; and it turned out to be a fatal fascination at that!

Not that I wish ill upon the man – don’t misinterpret this comment: But this kind of incident serves to show that celebrities are human too. Not that it will in any way diminish the star worshiper’s overall fervor. People will continue to put these “stars” on a pedestal, and stars will continue to fall off that pedestal and bust their ass.

Good Night Grasshopper. I hope it was worth it.