Trigger Warning: Angry remarks from Samuel L. Jackson are contained in his quoted speech.
As a young black male student at the all-male, historically black Morehouse College, Jackson apparently was or at least he now claims to have been an usher at Martin Luther King Jr.’s funeral in 1968, but after King’s assassination he began to relate more to non-pacifist activists, (that means “violent people” in plain English), like H. Rap Brown and Stokely Carmichael. “It was easier for me to side with their ideology [than with King’s],” he explains, “or understand that ‘violence is as American as cherry pie,’ as Brown put it. That made sense to me, you know? Somebody hits you, you hit them back.”
Jackson’s politics today seem more modulated, but he still doesn’t believe in pulling punches. (that modulation is a lie because anyone who believes in punching is not practicing what they are lying about.) “When I hear ‘Make America Great Again,’ I hear something else. (That’s the self-admitted “Hearing Defect” which is a strong marker of a somewhat disabled or disfunctional intellect which is a malfunction of Jackson’s brain.) “When I see the president and Mitch McConnell and Jeff Sessions going on with that twang, that’s a trip in memory hell. And that does anger me.” says the long-time drug abuser. During the 1960s Jackson began experimenting with drugs, a habit that clung to him for years and nearly destroyed his life. It started when a Merry Prankster-esque professor turned him on to LSD, but Jackson quickly branched out into heroin, cocaine and, by the 1980s, crack. That last one stuck, and for 15 years he maintained a mostly functional addiction, smoking crack the way some people drink Starbucks lattes. that affected his mentation, …his brain.
Jackson has taken his hate to social media to criticize President Trump and his administration, having described the president as a “Muthafukka” “hemorrhoid,” and “busted condom.” Nice, what?
For Jackson, rock bottom arrived when his wife and daughter discovered him lying face-down and unconscious on the kitchen floor, surrounded by drug paraphernalia. Richardson — who refers to this period as her “villa in hell” — insisted Jackson go to rehab, which he did. He was ready. “I’d been getting high since, shit, 15, 16 years old, and I was tired as fuck,” he says. While detoxing, he was sent a script by Spike Lee, for whom he had already done a string of smaller roles in films like Do the Right Thing and Mo’ Better Blues. Lee wanted him to play Gator, the crackhead brother of Wesley Snipes’ character in the interracial romance Jungle Fever. Ironically, the first role Jackson would take as a sober actor would require him to play a crack addict. “All the people in rehab were trying to talk me out of it,” he recalls. ” ‘You’re going to be messing around with crack pipes. All your triggers will be there. Blah, blah, blah.
The failing and flailing aging star alleged President Trump once cheated him during a round of golf together, prompting a denial from the president that they even stepped foot on the links together.
Anyhow, so far as Jackson’s future, many, many, many millions of normal people and many many millions of Trump fans will never, never, ever watch Jackson again… they wish he would quit but his hate has given rise to their hate. Take that to the bank.