Perhaps one protests a bit too much, but this installment shall no doubt find itself heaped with quantum levels of scorn. Perhaps some ill-informed shill following this blog will earn his or her stipend of gift cards while assigned to the task of accusing the author of blatant racism.

But, this simply isn’t so.

One merely travels wherever the path of truth must lead.

And on this occasion, folks, the path shall lead right back to – where else? – America’s dream factory of Hollywood.

Scoff if you must, but Martin Luther King, the renowned civil rights leader, was portrayed by a host actor, and possibly the only actor of the era who could have successfully and credibly pulled it off.

Yes folks, there once was a dream.

But unfortunately, by the time one is done here, perhaps among the most epic of Hollywood dreams ever conceived – a fantastical dream made into official American history – shall be left shattered into fragments. Continue reading “The death of Kings and false prophets” →