I don't know how it is I end up being such a pack-rat, aka slob. Just spent the better part of the evening straightening up my office and carted a full regular-sized garbage bag downstairs for the Monday trash.
Then there's the stuff I keep for whatever reason and just needed to organize.
I look at this stuff and I wonder just who the hell I am sometimes. There's so much contradictory stuff.
Not only that, but I still think Spike Lee's Malcolm X is one of the best American movies ever made. Here's a scene near the end just before the Nation of Islam guns him down...