the unspoken meaning behind the hyperbolic praise Cosby is getting on tour:

[hfojvt]

38. I don't know that I think of him as a "hero" or "my idol"

That, of course, would be Billy.

But having listened to his album in the 1960s and 1970s and seen him on TV here and there., I do think of him as "an old friend". I don't "worship" him, but I "like" him and also feel like I "know" him.

The funny thing about "knowing" people is that you only know what you know. When I get together with my siblings over Thanksgiving I am probably not going to spend much time talking about the jars of urine that I have stored in my basement (which I only mention here because I do not actually have jars of urine in my basement. I am not actually gonna talk about here the actual things I do not talk about.)

So if instead, I got in a fatal car accident on my way to Thanksgiving dinner, they would be shocked to find THAT when going through my house. Hopefully they would not feel the need to broadcast that to the media. The media would not care anyway, but if I was famous, they would be only too happy to run stories about "the jars of urine in hfojvt's basement" in order to maybe sell a few more magazines or get people to watch their show.

Because, you know, a secret like that, or something bizarre like that, is much more worth talking about than anything positive I might have done, or tried to do. In fact, it negates anything positive that I did. Doesn't it?

Although, in this case, Cosby is not just being allegedly "odd" or doing "strange things". He is doing things where there are victims.

Then again, so do I. I take my dogs with me when I can, and some people complain about that. In fact, I recently paid a big fine for the "crime" of taking my dogs for a car ride on a hot day. And just the other night some dude was complaining because my dogs (in my car) were barking at his dogs. (And then there was the Iowan who came out of his front door to complain that my dog was peeing on his yard (again!!!). Yeah, his own dog lived in a little metal cage maybe six feet by ten feet. So I used to walk my dogs by his house every day when I walked my dogs, even though it was out of my way. I figured that it made that dog's day to see my dogs. Or at least it was a high-light in the day of that caged dog. But the dog's owner felt like he was a victim of my dog's urine, and came out his front door to yell at me and tell me so.

And that's why I started keeping it in jars in my basement.