Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
While we’re back on the Imus circle-jerk, I need to get to this if I don’t have time for any other thing…and I think I don’t have time for any other thing. On Thursday, I made a list of ten things that I should have seen in the episode somewhere, any one of which, by its absence, would have heightened my suspicions that all was not quite cricket. And one is not missing…all ten are missing.
Well Number Three on that list of ten must now carry a caveat.
3. I did not see any of the girls on the Rutgers team say they were offended. Their coach said all the right things repeatedly; she’s clearly angry and outraged. But Imus didn’t insult her, did he? What do the girls have to say?
One girl has been found. Her name is Matee Ajavon.
Which team will better weather its unfair attack?
The women of Rutgers basketball, the object of Don Imus’ slur? Or the men of Duke lacrosse, targeted by a “rogue” prosecutor?
No question, the Rutgers women. That’s notwithstanding reactions like “this has scarred me for life,” as Rutgers junior Matee Ajavon put it Tuesday. Surely, she exaggerates. In fact much of America now knows that young women we’d never heard of are valedictorians and musical prodigies. The Rutgers women have overthrown the stereotype that there’s no such thing as student athletes.
Not sure I agree that this has had a beneficial effect on the Rutgers ladies. Matee Ajavon isn’t the name of just anyone; you can Google it. And as of yesterday, what you got back was an impressive avalanche of athletic accomplishments written up where they belong, in the Sports section of school newspapers, before the word “ho” ever crossed Don Imus’ withered-up old lips.
I got a feeling that’s gonna change. Matee Ajavon is a melodramatic whiner, and we’re good at giving lots of attention to our melodramatic whiners when they melodramatically whine. Behold the Ajavon “scars”; they are destined to become her legacy.
Number Three will not be struck, I should hasten to add. I said it now carried a caveat that is Ms. Ajavon’s whimpering. I strongly doubt it is a sentiment to which she gave voice early on in this little episode; I expect she uttered it after Imus was fired, or very shortly before.
Too little, too late. Very few people were actually clamoring for Don Imus’ firing, and the ones who did lifted not one pinky to learn the emotional reaction of the girls who were insulted, or to report back on what those emotions were.
To reiterate: That is what the entire drama was supposed to be about. There is absolutely nothing, or very little, to indicate that it was about that — not that an inspection of events would leave an intelligent observer curious. Deep down, anyone with an I.Q. approaching-or-over the century mark, understands this wasn’t about that. The meme that Al Sharpton was rattling a sabre fighting the good fight, defending the honor of the oppressed, was concocted from the get-go for the consumption by those with barely enough brainpower to get their flies zipped and their shoes tied.
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