When I Am King, You Will Be First Against The Wall
Congratulations to the American People. Once again, your selective moral outrage has caused the spineless bastards in the shimmering towers of The Land of Corporate Stupid to make like Maquoketa and cave. You’ve got your symbolic pound of flesh, you may now return to Dancing With the Stars or whatever it is you’re watching.
You can pretty well guarantee once or twice a year, the sleeping baby that is the American public gets woken from their nap and does what sleeping babies do when its nap time is interrupted: scream bloody murder until they get their pacifier. Four months in to 2007, Don Imus is that guy. Someone remind Mel Gibson to show Imus where they keep the hand towels.
Don Imus? Is this the best we could do? We had an opportunity to vote a pest off the island and the best we could do was Imus? Don Imus is out of a job, but Hillary Duff is releasing a new album! Don Imus: unemployed, Ryan Seacrest: Not. Fix this!
No one was actually listening to Don Imus. People are listening to Justin Timberlake and Fergie! Too bad Nixon gave “Enemies List” such a bad name. We need one now more than ever so that the next time we’re rudely awakened, we can do better than Imus. What a waste of a metaphorical bullet!
At least Johnny Cash’s house burned down before Barry Gibb could move in.
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