You know, Troy, the longer I live, the less impressed I am with people who I am supposed to put on a pedestal and regard with awe, and I am even less fazed by the self-appointed critics who tell me I should put such people on a pedestal and hold them in awe.The words of Toni Morrison, James Baldwin, Cornel West, TaNehisi Coates are supposed respire with brilliance and wisdom and expertise. Or are they just the dense verbiage of the anointed literati passing off their opinions as fact? Cornel West cares about the poor. Does he put his money where his mouth is?. What is the narrative in regard to the black experience, which is very diverse. Who are the "people"? Them or us? What is control and is it better than chaos? Do black lives matter? Or do they degenerate into anti-matter? Who knows? Words words words. Meaningless sounds and syllables which if repeatedly uttered, morph into gibberish. So, screw Morrison, Baldwin, West, and Coates, et al. Their garrulous angst and analyses don't solve problems. Problems solve themselves because life is a state of flux and nothing stays the same - except change. Tuesday, August 18th will be my 82nd birthday and, to me, America is a toilet, Americans are pissed off, and I don't give a shit. Can you say Existentialism???