It actually came as quite a shock to me to see a thread on the passing of the bird smacking, red faced primitive. Would have never expected it on a pleasant Football Sunday.
Life is chalk full of surprises.
"Football Saturday" was yesterday, sir.
Anyway.
I'm sad because Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, never got around to answering a particular question of mine. I always thought it was a very important question, and one that Redstone should contemplate upon, when examining himself and his conduct.
As many here know, Redstone was, the last several years of his life, afflicted with some sort of neuro-muscular degenerative condition, which greatly inhibited his physical skills and I'm sure more than that, emotionally and intellectually vexed and frustrated him.
Not to mention he drank like a fish.
It was all very sad, but excresence happens to all men.
Redstone however seemed fixated with this idea that Hate, rage, and anger would help him deal with that.
For years, I repeatedly kept asking how that works, but never got an answer.
And now alas we'll never know.
