Monday, April 16, 2007

Connor: Imus, Imus, Imus

Rich Connor files a lengthy column about Don Imus. Highlights: use of the phrase "whup-ass," advocating that Imus be beat to a pulp, and reporting what Google has to say about 'nappy.' And another enormous mug.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Seems like he has a change of heart halfway through the column. First he's saying pummel the guy at the OK Coral, then he's saying what a humanitarian he is and what a wonderful journalist he is. Sounds like he's a bit indecisive. But that's Rich, isn't it? Texas or NEPA? Doesn't want to be the editor, does want to be editor.

Anonymous said...

"There are many people, such as myself, who are as disgusted by the hypocrites and cowards in this mess as they are by some of the Imus humor. We have always had the choice to turn off the television or radio, but now that choice is being limited by fear."
Did the dumbass even realize he wrote this paragraph twice? It's at the end and about eight paragraphs above it. Brilliant editing.

NEPAmedia said...

Nice catch.

Anonymous said...

Hey, YOU can't edit the master. He's the editor. His job title says so dammit.

Anonymous said...

That duplication was not what you think but we'll let you have your fun. It wasn't that way in the newspaper.

Anonymous said...

"It wasn't that way in the newspaper."
So what, it's that way on the Web and that's the sloppiness we're mocking at the moment.
Here's a tip for the T-L and its new and improved Web site. If you're going to put print copy on the Web, you need to remove breakout quotes and other extraneous print-related stuff. Otherwise, you're lazy and it looks sloppy.
There, now I've had my fun, you pathetic T-L apologist.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, Soprano. Stop being so defensive every time someone criticizes your company's Web site

Anonymous said...

Soprano couldn't have posted the 9:37 remark. There aren't any typos.

Anonymous said...

Connor, if you realizd how much your hated, you'd go back to Texas to with your big ol head between those legs. Sorry, we just hate you. Nothing personal. No harm meant. We pure and simply hate you. We hate you. God would be great if we all ended up out on the streets weithout jobs. At least we wouldn't be put through the hell of working for you. We hate you.