You know, occasionally you see something, and you just have to stop. You look and look again, and say to yourself, "Man, that's fucking stupid."
"All the hunters gather up. We have a n----r in the White House."
Okay, so it won't make Bartlett's any time soon.
The Houston Chronicle had a story about this a couple of days ago; you should really check it out. Not for the story itself, mind you. You can get the actual story from pretty much anywhere. But check out the comments section on this one. From a sociopolitical standpoint, it's fascinating. (Alright, honesty time. It's also fascinating from a watching-a-married-couple-split-up trainwreck sort of standpoint, too.) My favorite is the individual comparing the people who criticize President Bush to what Mr. Burnette did. Regardless of what side of the spectrum you fall on, that's just dumb.
It is, however, certainly an interesting little insight into the way that our online society is far outpacing our own evolutionary capacities. Honestly, are people convinced that no one looks at the stuff they put up online? Regular people, bad enough. But famous people? (And yes, a college football player in the state of Texas most definitely qualifies as ''famous.'') Yikes.
And so, Mr. Buck Burnette, I offer my condolences. You're off the team. You'll probably lose your scholarship, considering that without football, I can't imagine the University of Texas has a ton of interest in you. But hey, don't let life get you down. You've got some kick-ass bigot sideburns. Probably a nice car, too. Maybe something with really tall tires and a Confederate flag. Very cool.
And look at it this way: when you flunk out of whatever institution of higher learning you'll next be attending, you can confidently stand, square your shoulders, and be confident that you're right when you tell everyone that you've been kicked out of better places than this before, damnit!
And to all the other people out there who have jobs where they are viewed as representatives of the company, or maybe are a public figure of some sort, just remember: those photos of you doing tequila shots off the torso of a nineteen year old stripper named Sinndee, the one who always tells everyone her name's got two N's, two D's, and her chest is four D's? Yeah, that one? Those pics are totally awesome; don't let anyone tell you differently. However, the accountancy firm you work for are total squares. They just don't get it. So maybe just keep 'em to yourself, huh? Just ask fellow former college football player Matt Leinart.