watch it wiggle (or is that squirm?)

listened to bill cosby in detroit tonight (catch it on pbs, february 13, on a tv near you). he was talking about how parents (specifically african-american parents, but it's all the same) need to be raising their kids. not just giving birth, but RAISING them. he ripped on the "christians" and the pimps and the prostitutes and the lazies and the head-in-the-sands and the whiners and the ones that go: it's the other guy's fault. and he did it all with grace. you know, that fvckin guy is funny. really funny. and he doesn't swear (like some idiots we know...) and he doesn't yell. well, he does yell, but in a nice way. and he talks. he talks real well. and he makes fun of you in a way that invites you to change. he dares you to pick up the challenge. you know, "the cosby show" was the number one show in the united states for a loooooooooong time. black is black. sure yeah. white is white. uh-huh. but it's all gray. and it's all of us. and when you listen to him, even standing in your own kitchen burning hash browns while you keep running into the living room to hear the stereo better, you catch the warmth of his voice. you see the finger he's pointing at us, the 3 curved back on himself, and the laughs he pulls out of the crowd...cuz he's that kinda guy...the one who wants to keep us from crying.