Friday, April 13, 2007

Imus sleeps in In The Morning

I used to watch Imus in the Morning on MSNBC.

As a former radio personality, I liked the fact you could watch them in studio.

I prefer more how C-SPAN does their talk coverage, the camera stays on when they're in news and commercial breaks.

I liked the big names that came on Imus' show and he had some talented people around him.

I quit watching four years ago because Imus himself isn't funny and I got tired of his self importance and his self promotion.

Here's what got Imus in trouble..."That's some rough girls from Rutgers. Man, they got tattoos ... That's some nappy-headed hos there."

Interestingly enough if a man who's an admitted alcoholic and drug user would have checked into rehab again, he'd probably still have his show(s).

I think the ironic part of the whole overblown Imus/Rutgers fiasco, is that these girls are of the age where MTV and modern culture play a huge role in there lives.

Ho's, Bitches and Ink are a predominant part of that culture.

One of the main reasons I don't watch basketball anymore is I'm tired of all the inked up idiots.

To me there is no such thing as a good looking tattoo.

I personally don't care whether you're Black, White, Asian or Hispanic.

If you've tattooed your body, I do think less of you.

Here's what I wrote on June 14, 2006...

Lydia The Tattooed Lady

In a well written editorial (Damn, sarcasm doesn't always come across in writing), the Ragister appears to be supporting those who choose to ink up their bodies.

In my view that ranks #2, right below smoking and just above piercings.

I'm all for it, it's a way to identify the smart people from the not so smart. I know it says "professional" in the business world, I'll leave it to your mind as to what kind of "pro". Have you ever seen a tattoo on an elderly person? All wrinkled and faded, Nasty!

I wonder how many survivors of the Holocaust went out and got other tattoos to "accessorize", in the words of the Ragister, the numbers the Nazi's marked them with?

PS: The Title of this column comes from a song Groucho Marx used to sing

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
and a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
or Washington crossing The Delaware.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin',
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.

Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
Here's her social security numba.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!

I said Lydia...
(He said Lydia...)
They said Lydia...
We said Lydia, la, la!


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