Rodney King, long the butt of so many
jokes with lead-ins about failed civil rights, police brutality, racism
and profiling in the era of Arsenio Hall and NWA at the dawn of
videotaping everything before the “broadcast yourself” edict of
YouTube, the self-flagellating narcissism of reality TV and the faked
friendliness of Facebook, was found dead Sunday at the bottom of the
swimming pool he’d built himself inlaid with tiles with two dates.