Don Imus let loose on his radio show this morning about the low-voltage outrage his comments about NFL player and career-petty-criminal Pacman Jones' race yesterday.
To refresh, he asked a co-host what "color" Jones is, and when he was told Jones, who has been arrested six times, is black, he said, "Well, there you go. Now we know." He said he was making a "sarcastic point" about how blacks are frequently targeted by cops. "What people should be outraged about is that they arrest blacks for no reason, and I mean there's no reason to arrest this kid six times," he said on the show. "They shoot blacks for no reason." Clearly, we've got Imus, at least post-nappy-headed-ho Imus, all wrong. But even if he was speaking out in defense of black people, specifically Pacman Jones, who, last time I checked, doesn't seem to be deserving of too much sympathy, the young football player does not see it that way.
"I'm truly upset about the comments," Jones told the Dallas Morning News. "Obviously Mr. Imus has problems with African-Americans. I'm upset, and I hope the station he works for handles it accordingly. I will pray for him."
Pray? Maybe Pacman has changed. About a year ago he might have offered to make it rain on his head or something.
ew, why does Don Imus look like a pale-ass white zombie alien freak?
is it not a common perception that ol donnie boy is just saying these things for the surefire reaction they'll receive?
i mean, come on. why are we caring, wasting space or breath to discuss him? it's like dealing with a toddler: the best way to discourage these antics is to IGNORE them.
C/S Summer.
The reason why the media likes to talk about Imus is because he is disliked and he falls apart when every the light is shined on him. Its impossible for anyone to deny that they are a racist. No matter how hard they try. Also, it seems like Imus does care when some one accuses him of this stuff. Rush Limbaugh, Michael Savage, and Bill Oreilly don't care and never apoligize, so its not worth attacking them.
Not to play armchair psychiatrist, but are these boymen stuck in some prepubescent, Tourette's timewarp that they just can't escape? They're like 10 year olds who think it's really really funny to keep calling their mother by her first name.
Crazy little prepubescent boy: Please pass the peas, Barbara.
Mom: *throws bowl of peas at child* Don't call me Barbara.
Crazy: Ok Barbara.
Mom: Stop it right now.
Crazy: Sure thing, Barbara.
I mean, it's like some neverending cry for attention.