obviously i'll have something to say about this...

"That's the reason why you chose these few minutes to get your one moment of [fame]. Because other than that, who knows Jason Whitlock?"

That's rich coming from Vivian Stringer.

 

Maybe he wanted to point out a really interesting column by Wojo that would get us talking. Or that featured himself prominently. Either way.

 

He might not be white, but an African-American he ain't.

 

I guess I don't get the whooping over Stringer's response to whitlock...he smacked her, she's smacking back. Seems fair. I'm not seeing the sweaty armpit detail, unless someone actually saw the sweaty armpits, in which case I defer to the unfortunate vision.

I really don't buy into the whole 'using the situation as an opportunity to whatever' accusation. So what? That's what you do in any aspect of life, not just media: you use a situation to make a point, make progress, make trouble. What's the crime? If it forces a dialogue, if it makes people angry or thoughtful or engages them in debate, what's wrong with that?

 

thank you.

 

I can tell you what it's like to work for a newspaper. Imagine a combine, one of those huge threshing machines that eat up a row of wheat like nothing, bearing right down on you. You're running in front of it, all day long, day in, day out, just inches in front of the maw, where steel blades are whirring and clacking and waiting for you to get tired or make one slip. The only way to keep the combine off you is to throw it something else to rip apart and digest. What you feed it is stories. Words and photos. Ten inches on this, fifteen inches on that, a vertical shot here and a horizontal there, scraps of news and film that go into the maw where they are processed and dumped out on some page to fill the spaces around the ads. Each story buys you a little time, barely enough to slap together the next story, and the next, and the next. You never get far ahead, you never take a breather, all you do is live on the hustle. Always in a rush, always on deadline, you keep scrambling to feed the combine. That's what it's like. The only way to break free is with a big story, one you can ride for a while and tear off in pieces so big, the combine has to strain to choke them down. That buys you a little time. But sooner or later the combine will come chomping after you again, and you better be ready to feed it all over again.

-- Ray Ring, "Arizona Kiss."

 

Never read that before. Thanks.

 

Does anyone know the approximate percentage of African-Americans in MLB? (and yes, that means they should be of African descent and AMERICAN)

 

Still, it's laughable to paint Whitlock as the opportunist in the whole ordeal when it's her name recognition that grew more than anyone's through the whole affair.

Vivian Stringer's gotten more mileage out of the whole Imus incident than an '87 Honda Accord.

 

Point-i recall recently hearing eight percent of mlb players were African American, down from 13 percent a few years ago.

 

So the attention whore started this thread shortly before 1 p.m. Now, 7 hours later, he still has nothing to say.

ATTENTION WHORE!

By now, who gives a fuck what the wannabe King of Black America has to say.
He's a fucking fraud