I started this post to defend Imus and then realized that he was REALLY WRONG… and yet in the growth of the post I found how uncomfortable my own head was… Thank God no one actually looking here or I would of gone down like Imus and Rosie… We need to be a whole lot more forgiving of creatives in the electronic age where any creative whim an artist says can travel in the airwaves. Seriously we are all guilty of thoughts that are not kosher. Objectivity leads us down some nasty hallways. and there is nothing wrong with looking around… in fact it is healthy. What isn’t healthy is a P.C. world that can’t forgive. I’m not a Christian, but my favorite Jesus saying is… “Let he who cast the first stone”. You get what I am saying. I sincerely doubt Rosie and Imus and Kramer from Seinfeld are bad people. I find Mel Gibson to be a more dangerous type because he fought it for several years… or Vanessa Redgrave or Marlon Brando who had their ego caught up in hatred. Better for it to air out early… the shit below is me rambling myself… so here goes my Negroes.
Flying out there in outer space comes Jimmy the Greek…. And he says, “see I told you so… and you let O.J. Simpson laugh at me… Them Negroes really is genetically altered… The Hebrews were thrown in ovens like Dominos Pizza… Sure as hell couldn’t do that during Roman times. Later after 2000 years of Christianity the Kikes went from warriors to neurotic wimps on a conveyor belt …and it took only one generation to kick your Palestinian Nazi Ass. Now we know what Jimmy Carter is really pissed off about… Them Jews were creating socialist literature till that Atom bomb… …(Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell!) …that faggot deserves a government supervised position to keep him from molesting young boys in church and on camping trips with a Buddhist activity group… but all they want is official marriage with benefits? Give them a position that is government endorsed… an official fairy council that will decorate and dress the citizens… Queer Eye for your Silly P.C. Denial.
Don Imus and Kramer can kiss your Nappy Action Jackson Ass…, but names will never hurt me. When you meet me for my press conference apology, make sure you wear you seatbelt in your sports utility vehicle.” Hey was that Governor Corzine or was that another Mel Gibson movie?
The thing I don’t understand is why go to Al Sharpton at all… couldn’t Don Imus find a better “Nappy” to apologize to? Why… because Imus thought he could weasel his way out of this by finding a bigger idiot then himself. The Kansas City Shuffle… they look right, you go left… hell it worked for Rudy Guliani (nobody will notice that I’m a complete asshole because you will be arguing if I’m a racist or not while I pick on marijuana smokers and subway toll jumpers)
I still Love Rosie… She’s got ratings and she’s got BALLS…. she really has BALLS! Rosie represents the opinion of millions of people for the last decade or so. It is good that she is finally being kicked off her soapbox so that people can see what these opinions lead to. We should respect the Bitch… she is being made an example of… I know a few people like this that we should also beat up on… they aren’t famous…. but man are they annoying.
quoted from “Fame Is Such a Drug. . . I Mean, Drag
And trying to be famous? Let me tell you about it.”
by Michael Musto
I was asked to be in a pilot for a gay version of The View as done by the delicate wallflowers who brought you Hard Copy. This was back when the success of Queer Eye made producers feel every single thing ever televised had to have a gay angle. A women’s show? Make it with all gay men! Duh!
“Gay guys are like women,” a producer explained to me in a preliminary meeting. “They listen to your problems, and they’re very sensitive.” I made a very sensitive retching face. Clearly, these people hadn’t realized it’s lesbians who are like women.
“Look, the show won’t be all mammograms and mascara,” chimed in a production assistant. Too bad—I’d love a show about mammograms and mascara. But before I could react, the same guy turned to the head producer and excitedly wondered, “Hey, would it be good if we got a black host?” “Yes!” crowed the boss, as if he’d just freed the slaves. Great, maybe the host can even dance!