Imus got canned by CBS.
"There has been much discussion of the effect language like this has on our young people, particularly young women of color trying to make their way in this society," CBS President and Chief Executive Officer Leslie Moonves said in announcing the decision. "That consideration has weighed most heavily on our minds as we made our decision."
Ludacris gets meetings with Obama (last year, to be sure).
Okay.
It's all clear to me.
Reverend Al is all happy with Imus getting canned, but he's not apologizing to any of the Duke lacrosse players, is he?
"It's not about taking Imus down," Sharpton said. "It's about lifting decency up."
Since when you pompadoured buffoon? Where's your campaign to take down the gangsta rappers?
Heh. Just, heh. How do we take *any* of these people seriously?
I've got no brief *for* Imus, I'm just stunned at the hypocrisy of it all. Oh, no I'm not. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck.
Gimme some of what Jason Whitlock, local KC sports writer, is having.
Imus isn’t the real bad guy.
Instead of wasting time on irrelevant shock jock, black leaders need to be fighting a growing gangster culture.
By JASON WHITLOCK - ColumnistThank you, Don Imus. You’ve given us (black people) an excuse to avoid our real problem.
You’ve given Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson another opportunity to pretend that the old fight, which is now the safe and lucrative fight, is still the most important fight in our push for true economic and social equality.
You’ve given Vivian Stringer and Rutgers the chance to hold a nationally televised recruiting celebration expertly disguised as a news conference to respond to your poor attempt at humor.
Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it’s 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.
The bigots win again.
While we’re fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I’m sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent’s or Snoop Dogg’s or Young Jeezy’s latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.
I ain’t saying Jesse, Al and Vivian are gold-diggas, but they don’t have the heart to mount a legitimate campaign against the real black-folk killas.
Update: Players on the Rutgers basketball team are getting hate mail? Feh. While I have no worries about Castle visitors on that issue I'll offer the following guidance.
1. Don't send hate mail. It's gauche and pointless. If your life is that bereft and barren with Imus leaving the air, you need to be contemplating your navel and your life, not harassing other people.
2. If ya gotta send something, drop a note to that zombie Imus and his posse, the craven lickspittle Moonves, the Pompadoured Buffoon Sharpton and his sidekick Jesse (yes, I've suspended the Rulez for this post).
3. I still await the announcement of the War on Gangsta from the Reverend Al "It's about lifting decency up." Sharpton.
Another update: Rich Lowry, of National Review, on the "bonfire of the profanities":
The unedifying Imus controversy is almost entirely a liberal conflagration, a perfect bonfire of the profanities: with journalists and politicians caught out ignoring their own standards of political correctness; with left-wing grievance-meisters doing their grim work on the mainstream media’s favorite shock jock; with the culture of victimology running its ritualistic course. Armed only with the dubious loyalty of his frequent guests, Imus didn’t stand a chance.
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