Hey, a girl can dream, right?
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]]>He was the president of the fraternity that all of the nerds wanted to join, so they submitted to his initiation of abuse.
He is of no importance in the real world, a local morning show host in a large market. He isn’t worth the powder it would take to blow him to hell [ a localism, not a threat, BTW].
There’s no shortage of no account peckerwoods. He won’t be missed.
]]>That’s a little close to “Hitler was kind to his dog.” The man had power and he misused it. He hurt ten young women he didn’t know supposedly to score points with a cheap joke. I’m not impressed with charity work unless it involves real work, not just money and photo ops. He has been getting a major tax write-off for that ranch.
]]>No, they’ve never shared the specific address with ME, but I’m sure that you could bribe it out of them if you really really needed it.
Personally, I’d like to leave him tied to a fence a’la Matthew Shepard and paint him in blackface and a fright wig and leave him out on his expensive “ranch” property for the coyotes to nibble upon.
Too mean?
]]>An elderly neighbor of mine, whom I love dearly and who generally shares my political views, tried the “But… but… Imus has done so much charitable work” line. As I told her, there are plenty of other org’s competing for one’s charity dollars, and if Imus is not a fraud, he will continue to fund those charities the neighbor mentioned, even now that his radio career is over. Surely he has the money, after his long career of (ahem) whoring (word chosen quite deliberately) for a deplorable crowd.
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