

David Carradine, as you may or may not care to be aware, was the star of the 1970s TV show 'Kung Fu', a series in which the oh-so-believable and likely plot have Carradine playing Kwai Chang Caine, a Shaolin priest who, armed with only his martial arts skills, travels the American frontier in the 1800s in search of his half brother, Danny. That's right. Kwai Chang is on the lookout for his half brother, Danny. I guess it's the 'half brother' part that makes the very unsimilar names of siblings seem...believable? I don't know, but from 1972-1975, folks liked the show.
Lately, Carradine had seen a resurgence of his fame (or well known-ness) with not only a lead role in the Kill Bill movies, but also as the Kung Fu guy in those commercials for The Yellow Pages. And while a resurgence of one's fame is generally a good thing, if you're going to die shortly thereafter the midst of said resurgence, hopefully it will be in somewhat of a dignified way because now people are going to hear that you've died and won't be saying, "Who?" All I'm saying is that when people know who you are, you don't want to be found dead in Bangkok hanging naked in the closet all tied up with your unit and looking somewhat like a trussed turkey, I would imagine.


Now his ex-wife had a book coming out before this all happened. And in which book she appears to detail and support the notion that Mr. Carradine enjoyed the type of sexual gratification that he appeared to be partaking in of at the time of his passing. That is, of course, that type of sexual gratification without all of the dying. And her making that assertion beforehand would tend to lend credibility to the assertion afterhand that his death was, indeed, through his own hands. (Although, actually, if he had been doing things with just his own hands and not the cord from the window blinds, we probably wouldn't be having this discussion now, would we?) 

So as much as one's family and loved ones might not be so keen on admitting that the dude apparently and allegedly had somewhat of a, um, fetish (?) it would seem to me to be a hell of a lot better to just suck that up rather than come up with cockamamie stories such as the one I've just read about. According to The Sun, "Relatives of the US actor suggested he was assassinated for delving into the activities of shadowy martial arts sects." Oh, people. Please. What?
Again, from The Sun, "The family's lawyer said it was possible he was targeted for trying to expose underworld groups." Well, plenty of things "are possible." It's "possible" I could be President....soon! But I'm not gonna. It's "possible" monkeys could fly out of my arse. (Sea monkeys, but monkeys none the less.) They ain't gonna, but again, technically it's "possible." All of that being said and thoroughly mocked, I'm doubting that was the case.



I'm hoping that the family will be able to come to grips (no pun intended) with this whole mess and just leave Bruce Lee and his alleged killers out of it. It's sad enough the man is going to be remembered for what he is, does he need to be remembered as part of some ridiculous, near impossible theory that his family comes up with so as to not have to deal with the reality of it all? Let's hope not.
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