I’ve never seen or listened to more than about three minutes of Don Imus. My impression of him is negative, which may be accurate or inaccurate according to my values, but I really don’t care enough about him, one way or the other, to find out whether I’m missing anything I’d rather not miss.
I was driving home from a grocery run and NPR had the
nappy-headed hos Rutgers women’s basketball team on with their press conference and I just couldn’t help but laugh my ass off. Jesus Christ. On and on. Poor little babies. They got called names. Just look at those pathetic faces.
Reminds me of my 4-year-old nephew, Hunter, when he thinks he’s got an angle on some sympathy. Reminds me… Shit; it’s exactly like my 4-year-old nephew. Aren’t children supposed to have learned the sticks-&-stones meme before going off to college?
Look; I’m not adverse to the general enlightenment (which is exactly what it is: racism, bigotry, and what have you, is chiefly a symptom of ignorance). This is not enlightenment. This is the politics of victimhood and pond scum like Jesse Jackson, et al, are happy to chew these pawn-girls up in the service of their fraudulent shake-down looting — upon which they always get a pass because they’re black. Race-excused thugs: Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and a lot of others.
It’s a con, just like these things always are. Keep it in mind: when you’re asked to act like a 4-year-old in order to "raise consciousness," pass. The good opportunities will come along now and then.