Martin Luther King, Jr. had a good run. He was one of the luckiest low-life religious hustlers out there, in that the times offered him opportunity, and he took them - and took them too far:
"The most damaging memos describe King witnessing a rape in a hotel room. Instead of stopping it, handwritten notes in the file say he encouraged the attacker,...King may have fathered a daughter with a girlfriend who is still alive in Los Angeles. The memos also detail the closeness of his relationship with Dorothy Cotton, a longtime associate of King’s...It appears that the two were romantically involved....Sen. Georgia Davis Powers recounted her intimate relationship with King in her book “I Shared the Dream.”
...King and 11 others participated in “an orgy” on Jan. 6, 1964....[Baltimore Pastor Logan Kearse] sexually assaulted one of his parishioners...King laughed. Worse, instead of trying to stop the incident, King offered advice to the perpetrator, encouraging the abuse."
And - let's not forget - King's wife, Coretta, died outside a quack doctor's office. But, how can we forget that - or use it as a cautionary tale to protect others - when it's hardly ever mentioned, lost amongst the rush for Oprah, or Gwyneth, or some other NewAge airhead, to sell YOU some quackery, today?
Oh, United States of America, did you always have to be just another lie waiting to happen? And did you have to always call those lies a "dream"?
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