They're not coming to take ESPN's "Mad" Max Kellerman to the funny farm just yet, but they're thinking about it. The unhinged one, shouting at fellow First Take folks Stephen A. Smith and Will Cain, said today it's time to move on from yesterday's sacking of the Cleveland Indians' shoulder logo pal Chief Wahoo and rid the world of Notre Dame's highly offensive leprechaun.
Assuming Smith and Cain are nearly deaf, "Mad" Max bellowed, "Many Irish are not offended" by the mascot of the Fighting Irish, "but many are! Should that also change? The answer is ... the answer is yes! Unequivocally yes! Pernicious negative stereotypes of marginalized people that offend even some among them should be changed. It's not that hard."
The adult on the show, Cain was burying his head in his hands in disbelief over Kellerman's looney tunes rant. Someone had to be embarrassed for Kellerman, who will never eat a grape in South Bend again if the locals can help it.
Who's next in line on the long march against offensive nicknames? Celtics? A lot of Iron Age Celts are upset. Whittier Colleges' Poets can compose their epitaph, too, as there's nothing more offensive than a lacrosse-playing Poet. Central Michigan's Chippewas gotta go, along with the Fighting Illini of Illinois.
Sensing a real opportunity and realizing monuments require a lot more work to remove, foaming-at-the-mouth leftists without a life are shifting their focus to mascots and logos that don't weigh 12,000 pounds.
Mad Max is pressing the scorched earth attack forward, while his ideological ashamed white brother in arms Jason Foster, writer for The Sporting News, is fighting the rear-guard battle. Foster is formulating the Left's latest false narrative about who the knuckle-dragging defenders of Indian nicknames really are ...
" ... the ol’ chief’s most vigorous defenders are middle-age white people, essentially — but distantly — claiming to hold the monopoly on wisdom and proper judgment in social matters. And Hell hath no fury like a middle-age white person (allegedly) scorned."
Foster, the non-appointed brand cop for the Indians' marketing department, expects the PC-baiters to keep complaining and he offers pearl of wisdom to them:
"So let me say this up front, dear fellow white people: We don’t get to decide what’s offensive to another race. Your need for nostalgia or a cool logo does not override another person’s desire to rid the world of dumb, stereotypical imagery. (Note: I'm aware that the chief's supporters include non-white people. But come on: The loudest pro-Wahoo voices are reliably and overwhelmingly those of white people.)"
Writing from his safe space at TSN's white guilt newsroom, Foster says Wahoo's death sentence is not really about white guilt, political correctness or safe spaces. "It’s about common sense and decency ... By using the nickname 'Indians, Cleveland’s use of Chief Wahoo is essentially saying, 'This is an Indian. This is what they look like,' which makes it easy to understand why someone would find such a stereotyped caricature offensive." Only a half-wit or a Clinton voter would think real Indians look like Wahoo.
If we haven't gotten it by now, Foster goes one step further to define Wahoo defenders. They're the same people complaining about the war on Christmas -- Christians. And if a majority of Native Americans is offended over a name or a mascot, these middle-aged, Christians don’t get to dismiss that. Aside from uninformed reporters failing to double-check their "ifs," the majority of Natives overwhelmingly accept Indian imagery in sports. Therefore, left-stream media truth deniers don't get to dismiss that.
Weaving all over the road, white guilt master Foster warns his race to "Stay in your lane, fellow white folks. These aren’t your truths to determine." But you get to peddle your lies and myths, white reporter who speaks with forked tongue and refuses to stick to sports.
