Will it ever happen? I am beginning to have my doubts. It seems everywhere I look; there is another story or report about the fallout from the now famous racist rant of the less than funny Michael Richards. First, it was his apology on David Letterman; an apology thought to be another one of his bits. This was because at the time the apology was offered, not many had seen the now infamous cell phone generated video.
Having seen said video before getting to see the less than believable apology offered; at least I had the "luxury" of understanding the context. While this really didn't make much difference to me, and still doesn't, at least I had a frame of reference for the beleaguered "comic's" act of contrition. That put me just one beard whisker ahead of the poor saps in David Letterman's audience who could only wonder why Seinfeld was chastising them for taking an apology for the kind of comic bit for which Richards is famous.
Being the realist that I am, I knew that wouldn't be the end of it. I figured there'd be a few more days worth of mileage to be derived from Richards' sorry tirade. After all, Iraq was getting ready to fall into complete anarchy and cross the line into all out civil war. There would have to be some story in the news trumped up beyond all reasonability to smooth over the lumpy truth that at long last, a match had been dropped upon the powder keg we created in Iraq. What better story to fill that need to divert than the hate-filled hostility hurled by a half-baked has-been humorist harassing a heckler?
It truly is the perfect concoction to keep us all in a snit as Iraq continues to implode. It has intrigue. It has righteous indignation. It has racism. And it offers up a scapegoat; a better focus for our societal anger than the person who should be the focus, DUBYA. Oh yes, we can now hate Michael Richards because a white man dared to say the word "n-word".
Therein lies the part of the story that just makes me want to puke. Since I live near "beautiful" downtown Dallas, I have a rather unique perspective. Air conditioning season is over here, and that means the windows on my car are down more than usual. That means I get to hear the "musical" choices of drivers around me. Therefore, I get to hear the thump-thump throb of numerous "hoopties" polluting the air with [C]rap "music". That means I get to hear the word with incredible regularity. Now whether it's pronounced with an 'er' or an 'ah', the meaning is still the same to my untrained ear.
The point I am making, in case it was lost because I dared to spell out the word instead of using the euphemistic "'n' word" is the word is used all the time in its unbridled form. [C]rap "musicians" would be forced to only "sing" about cops and bitches without that six-letter gem. Richard Prior's comedy would have been barely half of what it was without the word. Without it, one of his most famous albums,
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