I love the way crazy people get away with saying or doing what they want, when they want, and sometimes to whom they want. Crazy can be bad, sure. Look at Charles Manson. That’s bad crazy all over. But then, from some types of crazy come the most amazing words, films, art, and deeds. Lastly, some crazy brings on just more plain old crazy. I’ve listed some examples below, you decide.
I think comics as a rule have to be a little insane. Come on, who gets up in front of masses of people and says, I’m gonna make you laugh? Not only that, but I’m going to talk about me, you, and your fat wife you’re sitting next to but we are all gonna laugh about it?!? Well, Chris Rock is one of those rare breeds and he is good…albeit a tinch crazy. This is just one of his brilliant quotes that I like listed below.
“You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named ‘Bush’, ‘Dick’, and ‘Colon.’ Need I say more?”
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg
Dr. John Kellogg helped to change breakfast way back in the 1800’s. At this time only rich people could afford a “good” breakfast while the rest was stuck with porridge. Dr. Kellogg changed that with two words: Corn Flakes!
The good doctor had one weird obsession though: masturbation prevention. To which he claimed caused serious health problems like excessive hair loss, excessive hair growth, blindness, nausea, insanity, and cancer to name just a few. To prevent masturbation, he advocated special dieting, circumcision (and not at birth mind you), and everything from special genital contraptions to electric shock therapy. Talk about weird science.
His crazy? Can you say OCD? Not just washing hands, but a number three obsession to the ‘enth degree. For example, when he entered a building he had to walk around it three times. He had to have nine napkins at dinner, because nine was divisible by three. His hotel room number had to be divisible by three as well. And, of course, he counted all of his food before he ate it, and hated dust or anything round or metal. Wow.
Old Hickory. Twern’t called that for nuthin’ ya’ll. Yes, he was the seventh president, fought and won battles, reduced the national debt, and caused important structural changes to political systems at the time.
But in our time, Old Hickory would have easily been called the Terminator. Why? He was shot at (and hit) so many times that he probably jangled when he walked. Good thing the musket was a historically inaccurate gun. But it landed enough shots in him that he coughed up blood on a regular basis. And the name “Old Hickory?” Dude carried a hickory stick and whoop tail at a drop of an eyelid.