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Both occur in the closing hour, titledThe Bird Revelation.
And he also wrote I Believe I Can Fly.
Same guy, same lifetime.
Thats Chappelle in these new Netflix specials: The music is great, the indiscriminate pissing not so much.
All these motherfuckers ideas, he says of Trump, sound like high-people ideas.
He doesnt think the things through before he tells us.
He tells us what hes thinking as soon as it occurs to him.
He said, You know why my show is good?
I tell them how smart you are.
Turns out I was wrong.
You people are stupid.)
Doesnt he remember doing sketches and stand-up routines that mocked this throw in of deflection?
He practically sneers at a woman who says her career aspirations were shattered after Louis C.K.
masturbated while on the phone with her, asking, Are you that brittle?
and stating that if the Rev.
Dr. Martin Luther King were that weak, there wouldve been no civil-rights movement.
I guess you could watch these sorts of routines and say, Whatever: Dave goes after everyone.
The punch line, when it finally arrives, is not misogynistic.
Its totally ridiculous slapstick, like something out of a nonexistent R-rated Laurel and Hardy short.
He even waves a paperback book for emphasis.
That there are vital, hilarious bits in both of these specials makes viewing them all the more depressing.
I believe Dave Chappelle has a good heart.
I believe he can still fly.
But first he has to stop pissing all over the place, or at least remember how to aim.
