Death by Electrocution

by Antenna Wilde
12/19/09

I was having a problem with an electrical outlet, so I had an electrician come over to check it out. He said there’s no power to the outlet and starts going around checking the other outlets. He’s spending a lot of time checking these outlets, and I tell him which ones work and all, but he keeps putting this electric sensor up to ‘em, says he “needs to see if they work.” So I grab the lamp and plug it into one of the outlets he hasn’t checked yet; the lamp lights up.
He looks at me and says, “No, I have to use this sensor.”
“Yeah,” I say, “I’m using a sensor too, this lamp! It’s on.” Because you know, the lamp is on, it’s working, it’s not the bulb. And it’s not smoking haywire or shooting electric tree branches up the wall, so I say, “Why don’t you check the outlet that’s NOT working?”

He frowns, gets up off his knees and squats down beside the first one; pulls the plate off and pulls out some wires. “Oh, lookee here,” he says, reaching his sensor into the jack, “If that ain’t the darndest rats nest I ever…” and suddenly lightning shoots wild up his veins until his head sparkles like a Chisese pinata on New Years, and he drops to the floor, simmering. I check his pulse, but nothing. I feel bad, I wish I hadn’t been such a smart ass. But still, I don’t see what’s wrong with using a lamp to see if an outlet works.

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The Death of David Carradine : NOT the Way of the Grasshopper

What, would Master Po say, “One must be mindful, young Grasshopper, of choking oneself with a belt while jerking off in a hotel closet.”

Oh? NO! This is NOT the way of the Grasshopper!

David Carradine was 72 years old—and looking pretty good for his years, I mean, the man got puntang. So then why… WHY, when he was doing what he loved, had the world as his oyster; had friends, fans and loved ones, did something prompt him —something so strong and persuading— to strip naked, wrap a curtain cord around his neck and hang himself in the closet? (Reports now indicate it was a shoe string). But still; so odd, so disturbing, so unlike Kwai Chang Caine.

The latest reports are indicating the cause of death was autoerotic asphyxiation, yet Chuck Binder, Carradine’s manager, said he was found “with his hands tied behind his back”. This contradicts a newspaper report from Thai Rath which includes a photo of the actor with his hands tied behind his back.
But check out the photo: looks like the body of a female hooker to me. What gives? I don’t buy it. Rumors are circulating that Carradine was in the process of uncovering some Kung Fu underground, a claim stated by his attorney on Larry King Live, but this sounds to me more like a family’s attempt to create controversy and uncertainty around an otherwise unsavory fact: Carradine was kinky, and whoops—he fucked up. Two of his ex-wives have stated that he enjoyed a little S & M now and again, including bondage, but the jury is still out as to what the The Grasshopper’s real fate was. What do YOU think?

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