OK, so the much-ballyhooed protest of Augusta National’s membership policies came and went.
Jesse, who was apparently so appalled at Augusta’s policy that he accused the club of “gender apartheid,” couldn’t even trouble himself to actually attend the protest yesterday. Around 200 people attended the protest - I imagine these folks must lead extremely boring lives to spend a beautiful spring Saturday afternoon acting indignant. Many of these folks were the counterprotesters, who, if they represent the male chauvinist constituency, can breathe a sigh of relief if this “issue” is feminism’s latest cause du jour (note - I’m not saying it is; I give most feminists much more credit than that)
Jesse, you are a hyperbolic pustule of a man. When you use a term like “gender apartheid” to describe this extremely unimportant policy, you do an extreme disservice to those people who suffered from real apartheid in Soweto and Johannesburg. Gender apartheid was Taliban-era Afghanistan. Gender apartheid does not apply to denying some rich old bag to be a token member of a rich old fart’s precious golf club. When you present yourself as the self-appointed conscience of America, and then have the gall to abuse your undeserved pulpit, you reveal yourself to be the all-time zero most of America knows you really are. Get some perspective, you overblown buffoon.
And speaking of getting perspective…
Howell Raines, you spent an entire summer “flooding the zone” running this tempest in a teapot story in America’s “paper of record.” You could have devoted those same column inches to issues that REALLY affect women (things like honor killings, female clitorectomies, white slavery, or more “mundane” things like poor women not getting access to adequate health care). Instead, you chose to portray Martha Burk’s cause as a real story, worthy of breathless daily front page coverage and smug, sneering, self-righteous editorializing. Mr. Raines, you hijacked the NY Times and subjected its paying subscribers to mush for a whole summer.
This was not the kind of news that was fit to print, or at least print so much.
Jesse, Howell, and Martha, I pronounce you guilty of making a mountain out of a mole hill. As punishment for your crime, I sentence you to five years listening to Hootie Johnson solemnly pontificate that Augusta National cherishes the right of all its members to fart, drink mint julep, and crack blonde jokes free from the oppressive stare of women.
No chance of parole.
FRAUDS!!!