I’m famous. The New York Times said so.
What will I do with this fame? I told my co-workers this morning, “I can die and go to heaven now. I’ve got a byline in the New York Times.”
But I will admit that, as I enjoyed a hot shower this morning before going to work, after having seen the post that Toni Monkovic, bless her his soul, had been preparing for several weeks, I did have one over-riding thought:
Maybe I should start a blog. Maybe I can attract some eyeballs.
Then I remembered I had a goDaddy account, and that I had installed WordPress. In other words, I already had a blog.
So, now I suppose the point would be to keep it up. Toni told me that she he wished she he could pay me for my thoughts. Well, maybe she he can. Maybe her his generous exposure will lead people to this blog, and maybe those eyeballs will translate into income. Maybe then I could quit my day job and share opinions online as my full time occupation.
The economics aren’t impossible, when you think about it. I would need a couple hundred dollars a day in advertising income, to make this a full time pursuit. There are a number of ways to get there, so the trick is to get the eyeballs, and then maximimze the return on them.
I say it can be done. And I say, I’m the man to do it.
I’m nothing if not opinionated. In many ways, I’ve been preparing my entire life for this moment. As far back as I can remember, I analyzed absolutely everything, and then did so again. And I would discuss those thoughts with anybody who would put up with me. I retired the “Most Talkative” trophy. I crushed the field.
But there was always something going on behind the words. The words were simply a mad attempt to keep up with the thoughts. I’ve mellowed over the years, and I am still the most analytical person I know, by far.
So, I belong here. You belong here. Let’s kick stuff around.
The race card. Ugh. I know that it’s naive of me to dare think that, if we only stop talking about it, there will be no more racism.
That’s not exactly what I say. What I say is, until we learn to change the subject, we will be forced to keep talking about race. In other words, we have to try to stay in the present, and accept what we see.
A friend of mine lives in a suburb of Detroit, and has a child in football. He told me today that he sees enormous segregation throughout his area; white schools and black schools. So, there is a real question of equal opportunity, in some areas. So, it’s complicated. It depends on your particular life experience, whether or not you have had equal opportunity.
I just feel very strongly that idiots such as Limbaugh (who is, after all, an entertainer, let’s please remember) get to set the tone and topic of discourse. As I was driving back to work from lunch today, it occurred to me what really bothered me most about Limbaugh’s buffoonery on ESPN: he ambushed them. This is a group of football junkies, sitting around a table talking football, and Limbaugh plays the race card? The others were clearly stunned and sputtered in their attempts to respond, but the damage was done. When he heard what had gone on, McNabb was incredulous. Limbaugh seemed to have gotten away with something he should not have. ESPN spent the week backpedaling, Limbaugh eventually resigned, and the Sunday NFL Countdown crew came back the next week, minus Limbaugh, hats in hands, trying to figure out what had happened to their show.
It was offensive. It made me feel dirty to be a white person. It truly did.
Now, if ESPN wanted to host a roundtable discussion on the subject of race in sports, and the panelists had an opportunity to prepare their thoughts, and had some idea what the topic of discussion would be…different story.
What Limbaugh did was designed to accomplish one thing: make himself the story. There is no greater self-promoter in entertainment today than Limbaugh, and that’s saying something on a planet which also includes Howard Stern.
There is a rule in the blog world, called Godwin’s Law, that says the first person to invoke Hitler or the Nazis as a comparison to the views of another, loses the debate and kills the thread.
I suggest that we have a very similar rule for situations where somebody plays the race card, unless of course the topic is race.
Limbaugh played the race card. Let’s go back and get this right: that means he loses.