Tuesday, April 17, 2007

What happen to Self Respect

I warned in my first post that this blog was not for the feint of heart. So for the "extra sensitive" (gay accent) please leave now. This blog will be short, to the point, and may hurt some feelings. The more challenges that face my generation the more I question the future of this country. There have been two glaring examples of what I am talking about in the past couple of weeks. The first is the ridiculous attack on the Rutgers female basketball team and the second being the massacre at Virginia Tech University.

Rutgers

First before I get to the basketball team lets talk about Don. Don is an ass, always has been, always will be, and if you haven't noticed his hair disqualifies him for any Pantene commercials. Don has also rendered himself insignificant. His antics have made his audience dwindle like Bill Clintons sexual attraction to Hillary. The only reason he is still on the radio is because liberal politicians loved him. An overwhelming majority of his guests were liberal journalists, or politicians. These same journalists and politicians are now eating their own like a pack of Hyenna's. I am not at all surprised. Serves him right though. Let me make this one last point about the situation. He was not fired for what he said. If the publicity turned out to increase sponsorship he would still be on the air. He was fired because he lost sponsors. Do not let the networks fool you, they may have not agreed with what he said, but they would not have disagreed if it made them money.

Now the team. I do not feel any sympathy for the team, as a matter of fact I may have lost most of my respect for them. This team busted their ass to get where they are. What they accomplished deserves respect, and admiration. That is up until they turned into the classic liberal victim and played the part almost as well as that girl down at Duke. Here is what I haveto say to the team. Grow up. You have been called worst by your friends to your face and in the rap that you may or may not listen too. If you are going to let a man like Don Imus actually affect you and what you have accomplished with just a stupid comment than you have been over estimated. You are not the strong, independent women, that over came great odds to rise to the top of your game. You are now the battered wife in last nights Lifetime movie. You would have been better off standing up and telling Don Imus to kiss your ass, and be on your way. If you would have done that I would have been proud to shake your hand. Now I think you need to call up Bette Midler and get an application to the "First Wives Club".

VA Tech

I am positive I am going to hit some nerves on this one, so I will keep short and not so sweet. I have thought about this event constantly and conversed with many of my friends and neighbors on what they would do if they were in the situation these students were in. Where are the Hero's. I find it hard to believe that the only one was 70 something holocaust survivor. He and the victims are the only people that should be truly honored. After constant pondering I, as well as my friends and family, have come to the conclusion that if I walked away from that situation without doing a thing that I would have no self-respect. We are troubled society when so many people in a life or death situation can think of only saving their own ass. I could care less about the gun control debate, or the pshycological condition of Cho. People used to believe in something bigger then themselves. Survivors were talking about how VA Tech and Blacksburg were such a close community. If this is true, why then didn't any of the survivors try to stop this mad man. There were many able bodied, young, fit, men in that building that could have teamed up and overpowered this man. Would someone have gotten hurt, yes. Would it have been 30 plus. Probably not.

I am tired of being a part of the most selfish generation in the history of the country. This selfish individualism and lack of self respect will ultimately be my generations downfall.