penguinpride

Ok, so if I don’t vent there is a very good chance I will die of a massive heart attack.

Taking summer classes was definitely not my smartest move. Yeah it’ll put me ahead somewhat, but it’s also slowly killing me. Both my classes are online, and if you don’t know it, well technology hates me. I still am yet to successfully complete something for my Geography class without my computer deciding to attack in some way shape or form. Then I usually break down. Which is never fun.

So I have to take my classes online because I would have no time to take a real class. I’m working two jobs this summer, on top of babysitting whenever I’m needed. It’s great to have the money, but I’m exhausted all the time! I do love my jobs. The gym is amazing, my kiddies are amazing, and some of the people I work with are amazing. There are days when I can only here, “Miss Katie I have a Hannah Montana CD” so many times. Then there are days where someone gets a skill they’ve been working on forever, and I’m just so proud of them. Or they walk in and give me a big hug and say “I love Gymnastics.” That is what makes it worth it. So work I can deal with.

My family is great, (On occasion) but I need to get away from them. My brothers are both annoying, my sister is a bitch. My dad and I have so very little in common that sitting with us is uncomfortable. My mom is either really great, or the biggest pain in my ass. But yes of course I love them. (I’ve got other family issues adding to my stress but I don’t even think I could get into those right now.)

My friends consist of a very small group, at least the ones I really care about. I have Steph, who I could hang with forever and never run out of things to talk about with. I love that girl. She’s my nice sister. Sara is my external conscience. I’d get into much more trouble if it weren’t for her. They are both wonderful. And then there’s Megs. Who it’s like I never know what i’m gonna get when I’m with her. The other night we were riding around and she was bitching to me about all the problems of her life. I sat and listened to them. Told her what I thought she should do, and then asked if she had any pills for the headache i had. Well when she told the story to the rest of our friends it went something like ( So i had a meltdown to Kait and she looked at me and said “I have a headache.”) That wasn’t it at all. She made me look like a total bitch and It just got me so mad.

But none of this is what finally pushed me over the edge.
I saw that my ex was online so I thought I’d say hi. There was a point where he and I were best friends, and I thought ‘ya know we’ve been broken up for over a year, we can try to be friends.’ I was so wrong. I asked if we could try to be friends. His response, “you could try.” Little hurt by that but o well. I go, ” you can’t try.” Tom: It doesn’t matter to me. Me: ok. He then proceeded to tell me that I treated him so badly and he saw no reason to be friends with me. So that hurt, then he told me I was paranoid. That was it. I’m done! Exes are stupid, and not worth the effort.

I may still explode but at least I got all of that out there!

August 5th is the only thing keeping me sane. I get to see Aaron, and we’re going to Pittsburgh together! I’m sooo excited!!!

I’m wrapping up my time at Chick-fil-A. I’ll hopefully make it through the rest of the summer, then come back over winter break. But that will be the end. I’m done with CFA. It is a dead end job.

I’m not going to get another raise. I’m never going to be a team leader. I have accepted these as facts, just like I readily accepted the fact that I would never see my dad’s new SUV anymore, because last night he crashed it.

I wish the managers would be straight with me. Instead, they say nice things to make me shut up and I never know what’s going on. For example, Brian said he’d “think about” making me a team leader. This means no. Also, Jen told me that I should be a team leader, because I had so many good qualities. She also breezed over a few minor things I could do to improve her performance, but I left that meeting thinking it was a done deal. Turns out, she knew I wasn’t going to be a team leader anytime soon. I took a look at my file and she wrote “Needs improvement to become a team leader.”

I feel bad now for siding with her when she got in fights with Tina. It turns out Tina was right all along. Maybe I just find Tina a better manager now due to my new attitude towards work. Now that I’m not busting my ass anymore, Tina’s approach has really looked good. Jen very rarely talks “bad” about customers; Tina does it all the time. I put “bad” in quotations because if the customers weren’t to retarded to begin with, we wouldn’t have anything bad to say.

Interestingly, talking “bad” about customers was one of the three “areas of improvement” Jen told me about. So this is one of the reasons I can’t be a team leader? Oh I forgot, only everyone else is allowed to do that. For me, it’s just unacceptable. (The other two things were sarcasm and “lack of a sense of urgency.” WTF @ the last one BTW.)

This is one of the reasons I have come to the conclusion that they weren’t going to make me a team leader even if I weren’t going back to school next month. The fact that they listed “talking bad” as one of my improvement areas means they were scratching the bottom of the barrel to find reasons I shouldn’t be TL.

Another reason is that even me going to school isn’t a totally valid reason. They promoted Megan, Sean, and Brian Wain shortly before they left, why couldn’t they have promoted me?

Last Sunday (obviously not this past Sunday, the one before that) I hung out with Randy all day. Randy is another fellow who has been unfairly treated by the management. There’s really no reason he shouldn’t be a team leader. He’s only worked at Burger King for a month now (as a second job) and they have already reccommended him to the manager program. I asked Jen (back when we were cool) why he isn’t a team leader, and she told me it was something about attitude and how nobody would reaspect him. I had accepted that answer, but now I realize it was just bullshit.

Just like when I asked Brian for a raise, he told me no because he wanted to “preserve the structure of things.” The structure of things where people who can’t even work drive-thru yet make more than I do. Me, his best DT register and headset.

The lesson learned is to not be naive. Maybe if my mom hadn’t kept me in a box until I was old enough to move out, I would have known that perception is everything. What the fuck does that mean? Well it means that you can’t expect to work hard and get promoted. You also have to do a tremendous amount of sucking up. If you need an example just look at the two extremes. The reason Randy isn’t a TL is because the managers don’t like him. His file was almost an entire page full of managers nit-picking at every little thing over 2 1/2 years. Randy has spent 2 1/2 years trying to show that with hard work, anyone can rise up. This is totally false. It’s all about perception. Kyle Hunter, for example. Worked at CFA for 6 months. Promoted. Why? Because the managers (mainly Nick, Eric, and Tina) love him. He doesn’t do much work. He actually hardly ever works. When he is at work, he usually just talks. In the old days (back around the time when I started) this would have meant that Rohan would have been a TL for sure.

This week I worked 49.5 hours. Brian Smith is probably going to yell at me when I finds out. I will feel bad if I tell him that when I asked Tina if I should talk to Brian about my excessive overtime hours, she said no. I like Tina. That’s something I would have never dreamed of saying a year and a half ago.

Lately, a lot of the old people are dropping away. Amelya got fired last week. Drew quit. Colleen tried to quit and got fired. Megan Bristow put in her 2 weeks notice.

I can’t help comparing CFA to PoFo. The mods are just the TL’s though, and the admins are the managers. The difference is, on PoFo, I eventually became a mod (after 2 years).

Can I take lessons from this situation? Absolutely. At my next job that I will get next spring/summer, I will definitely suck up a lot more. I want management experience.

Today, I worked 8am-10:30pm. Fourteen and a half hours. After I got off, I talked to Tim in the parking lot. He’s a really cool guy. I think he might be my favorite person to work with, now that Megan’s a TL (plus she’s leaving soon). We stayed until 1:30. That was insanity. But we did get to discuss how much CFA sucks, how much ornery customers suck, who the hot girls are at work, and Guitar Hero. I believe he is slightly better than me. He can’t play the intro to “Through the Fire and Flames” but at least he can finish the song after that part. I can do the intro but fail at Herman’s solo. Plus, he can beat Raining Blood on expert. I still can’t beat it on hard.   :(

So work sucks. But I like money, so I spend much of my life at Chick-fil-A.

I was working the morning shift the other day and a man was looking at a newspaper while waiting for his food to come out. The headline was about the Israeli army firing rockets into Gaza and flattening what little infrastructure they had. The man commented, “It never ends, does it?” and proceeded to tell me about how he remembered the Six-Day War, and the Yom Kippur War, and every Israeli conflict since the 1960’s. I, of course, just nodded and agreed with him. Not because I don’t have an opinion, but mine is rather controversial.

KEY:
Green = Arab state of Palestine
Purple = To Syria

Although I have no problem whatsoever with Jews, I think Israel is simply asking for trouble by existing on Arab land, and is getting the trouble they’re asking for. The UN has condemned the Israeli attacks, but of course, Israel doesn’t give a shit. That’s because they know as long as they have America behind them, they can do whatever they want. And I think this is wrong.

I’ve been watching a 22-page debate unfold on the Politics Forum, and the few Zionists who support Israel are coming up with the lamest arguments to defend their precious Israel. One claimed that Israeli civilians were in terrible danger from Hamas’ “deadly and sophisticated weapons,” which prompted this EPIC answer:

EL OH EL. So yeah, plug time. Wanna discuss politics with a bunch of people from all sides of the political spectrum? Come on over to PoliticsForum.org.

Today I was supposed to hang out with Schweffy. Everything totally went wrong. The entire point was to bond more with her (an idea everyone but her seems to understand perfectly). Then she insists that her sister come along too. Which of course, kills any chance of bonding we might have had. We were talking on the phone that morning and her sister, Kim, didn’t even know about our plans. I asked Stephanie not to tell her. So I get to their house and the first thing she does is make fun of my clothes (I was even wearing the shirt I bought off the online discount tee store!). Then her sister asked me if she could come. So obviously Stephanie not only told her (to make me look like a dick), she also told her to ask me (to make me look like even more of a dick).

I don’t know what the hell was wrong with her… but she was DEFINITELY in a bad mood for some reason. I picked up an envelope just to look at the logo more closely and she decided it called for an interrogation on what I was doing and why. Jeez, it’s not a big deal, I’m looking at an envelope!! Does it really make a difference WHY? I’m not trying to steal it or anything.

I thought Stephanie and I could remain good friends through college. But now I see I’m not liked. It’s kind of weird, I mean, I’m under the impression we’re friends but she treats me like shit. A month ago, I was inviting her to work out with me, and do stuff, and talk to her. But she ignored my text messages. I freaked out, naturally, but she told me to stop overthinking, so I stopped texting. And this translated to us not talking. So we didn’t talk, or hang out, which were things I really wanted to do, until we went out to sushi the other night. I felt that we had reconnected, that maybe the horrible month of not talking was over. But apparently SHE felt awkward the whole time. I was so sad.

And now she’s continuously insulting me. I was talking to her about how I was ready to move on from the argument we had yesterday and she said I was “worse than a gay guy.” So much for being diplomatic. Well at least I tried. Our Pittsburgh trip, which I have been looking forward to for MONTHS, has been canceled. Six days before we were going to go. I even adopted a penguin for her at the Pittsburgh Zoo. I can’t believe someone I like so much could hate me so much… and there’s no apparent reason. Like I said, sure I was inflexible today. But she didn’t seem to realize that I don’t want to be just another one of her friends, third wheel to Kim. She said, “It’s not like today was going to be special or anything.” Wasn’t it now. Today WAS going to be special… that’s why I couldn’t have Kim along!

Well you can’t force friendship on someone who doesn’t want it. And NO WAY do I want to be friends with someone who just sits around and insults me. I have feelings, ya know. She says she doesn’t understand me… I’m not that hard to understand. Just because I don’t do things the way YOU do them doesn’t mean I’m totally irrational. Lately, Stephanie seems to have been getting very stuck up on herself. She seems to be the center of her own world, and anything that goes against her is just plain wrong. I was there for her when Kate was mad at her. I remember multiple occasions when I put aside the problems between us that I wanted to discuss, because she was having problems with someone else and I wanted to help. Because I CARED about her. Who was there for her when Brittany, her “dream girl” from Ohio, left? I was. She called me and I talked to her for hours. We had a good friendship… was it wrong for me to try to get that back? But NOO, on our last chance to hang out before Pittsburgh, she has this set idea that Kim has to come. For no other reason, apparently, than the fact that Kim had never been to Towson (which was where we were going to go). Yeah, it’s not like Kim’s never going to visit in the next 2-4 years you’re going to be goint to college there! Whatever. I went against HER set picture (which went against OUR earlier plans!) and she couldn’t handle it.

Like I said, it wasn’t so much that which pissed me off as much as the insults. She seems to think she can just shove me around and I’m just going to take it. She takes our friendship for granted… which means one of two things. Either she’s too comfortable in thinking I’m going to keep bouncing back, or she just straight up doesn’t want to be friends at all and wants to chase me off by being a bitch.

I’m here to say that there’s no more bouncing back this time. I’ve already tried being nice to her, trying to forgive and all that… but her response is to basically fuck off. I’ve had it. I’m done.

This past weekend, Schweffy and I talked on the phone. I felt like I was there for her. I felt like we were getting closer again. But the very next day she tells me not to talk about serious things with her. Because I’ve noticed lately she’s been ignoring a lot of my texts. And it’s not because she’s sleeping or something, it’s because she doesn’t feel like answering me.

We’ve been doing pretty bad lately. Here’s a chart (I’m bored) of how our relationship has gone (dark red=friends, red=best friends, green=relationship)

We’re basically at our worst point since early December, and sadly we’re still going down. But if my suspicions are correct, and she is losing interest in me, well then I don’t want to be best friends at all. She’s going to have to decide if I’m worth going out of my way for. Am I going to need some reassurance sometimes? Yes. I wish she didn’t hate giving it to me so much.

We’ve had the best of times, we’ve had the worst of times.

No seriously, my happiest moments were spent with her (Dec-Jan 2007-08), as were my least (assorted occasions since April 2008). She makes me so happy, yet so upset too.

She’s my best friend. And I love her. There’s no question as to whether it’s worth us being friends; whether it’s worth the bad times. It certainly is. Because when the good times do roll, they are SO good.

My best friend is Schweffy! Haha!

I want an iPod classic!

i’d like to listen to music while traveling, and walking, and just basically having that anywhere-capability.

too bad they’re so damn expensive. :(
and santa seems to have overlooked that particular entry on my list two years running now. or maybe i’ve just been naughty ;)

I want a macbook!

grr my friend bryan has one and he let me mess with it yesterday. its so awesome! its light and you can’t go wrong with white lol.

i’m gonna start up an account i guess for it. so far i believe i have 5/1099. XD

this might take awhile. lucky i have a job ;)

unluckily i have bills as well. car, insurance, phone plan. well thats life.

Christmas is a time of happiness! omg right?

well i think i’ve had just about the worst Christmas ever.

it’s not so much the fact that i got one thing off my christmas list. i’m more upset with the fact that i got so much meaningless shit.

my motto for christmas is: its not the gift, it’s the giver. but the gift always reflects the giver. case in point: my girlfriend gave me my favourite gift of this christmas: a very cute pair of penguins (her favourite animal) which generate a kissing sound when their beaks are brought together. they are so damn cute i put them on photobucket and have been showing them off to people all day:

stephanie left all the tags on my presents. i asked her why and she said it was in case i didn’t like them and wanted to return them. she’s insane. i LOVE the presents she got me, because they are filled with meaning. she also got me penguin boxers and a reversible american eagle (my favourite brand) knit hat.

my parents went all out this christmas, and when i say all out i mean out to office depot. i got a stapler, a box of staples, a staple remover, a tape dispenser, 5 rolls of refill tape, a pair of scissors, 4 pens, and a box of post-it notes.

i told them that if i got one present this christmas, i wanted an iPod, due to the fact that I am the last kid in the world without one. i wish they had left the tags on, so i could return them all and with the money i could go half in on an ipod with myself. i would do it, too.

its just that, well, i don’t need any of that stuff. i already have scissors, i don’t have anything that needs stapling, and i already have 2 tape dispensers, both of which are working fine and have plenty of refills.

but coloured post-it notes are fun!!!!

my parents bugged me for so long for my list, and when i finally give it to them, they get nothing on it. that’s bad enough. but getting me useless shit is worse, in my opinion. when i buy presents, i try to make it something useful and special, something people would use and think of me. i got my friends things like a Waterpik and a memory card. ade loves chipotle, so i got him a $50 gift card to there.

i’m just selfish and greedy i guess, but i guess i just like getting things for christmas.

i would have been satisfied with just the penguins, boxers, hat, and ipod. if thats all the presents i got i would have been more than happy. i would have been elated.

but i like to go all-out when i buy presents for people. if i know somebody wants something in particular, i’ll try my hardest to buy it for them! i gave my sister a Nintendo DS. i think i made her day, her year, possibly next year too, from the look on her face. :)

i’m going back to my mom’s house in a minute. i’m going to bring my good gifts:

- my Penguins
- my Hat
- my Boxers (i’m wearing them!)
- my new pj’s
- my new Wallet
- a CD by the Killers (Sawdust)
- my new flash drive

I’m very happy about the above gifts. don’t get me wrong. but i wish there wasn’t so much meaningless fluff. thats not what christmas is about.

-The Grinch

PS. When i get back to my mom’s house, there will be another round of present opening. yet another perk of having divorced parents, i guess. (*sarcasm*) perhaps i’ll get something nice.

but what i really want is for my mom to say that i can spend new years with stephanie at their lake house in virginia. that would make my life! lol seriously though, if she says yes, it won’t matter how shitty of a christmas, like if my sister sat on her DS or if i didn’t get any gifts at all. i would be happy.

on the flip side, if she says i’m not going, i’m going to be about as shattered as that DS. :(

OMG problem! My two favorite girls in the world, stephanie and krista, want my full attention. And both get hurt when I’m not 100% focused on them.

Krista – she’s young and crazy. She talks a lot, but not to the point of being annoying. I love her. She’s my girlfriend. But we can’t really have much of a relationship, due to the fact that I don’t yet have a car or license and therefore can’t take her anywhere. Today we took advantage of the fact that her parents are away for the week on a cruise somewhere far away to hang out at her house. Krista’s also awesome because no matter if all my friends seem to hate me at the moment, she’s still there, and we can still have a good time. Also I like the fact that she talks so much, because I don’t to think particularly hard or talk particularly a lot. Krista and I had a great time, by the way, today. However, apparently yesterday, she “got emotional” (cried?) after what was supposed to be a fun afternoon but turned into a pretty shitty day.

Stephanie – she’s my age, and gay, and I think she understands me better than krista does. We’re best friends, despite the fact that it seems we argue a lot. Mostly about my seeming lack of conversational skills. Seriously though, I think that if I had a TV I would have so much more to talk to her about. She watches a lot of TV… I for one hope we can get along better. I wish she weren’t so paranoid. She seems to think that whenever I do anything without her, it’s because I hate her. I don’t. I really like her. also, I feel a deeper emotional connection to stephanie than to krista, but maybe that’s because we’re together more often. What I mean by that is: my mood seems to be dictated by hers. If we’re getting along really well, I feel great about myself. Wednesday night I spent a while at her house. We were doing serious stuff, namely college applications, but we were getting along. And I left in such a good mood that it actually spilled over to my normally depressing mom. She actually asked me why I was such in a good mood.

But when stephanie’s mad at me (whether by something I did or by figments of her imagination) I spiral downwards into depression. Yesterday, for example, stephanie, alexis and their friends were making sandwiches for the poor people, and stephanie texted me in 2nd period asking me to go. I wanted to spend time with her, naturally, so I said I would go. But then krista texted me about how she was staying after, and was like “so you’re staying after with me, right?” what was I supposed to say to that? “no, I’m hanging out with stephanie” would probably not be the best idea. Krista thinks stephanie likes me, and whenever she says this her voice is filled with disdain. Anyway, krista told me she would only be staying after for 10 minutes, after which she would be picked up and taken home. So I figured I would stay with krista for those 10 minutes, then go make PB&J with stephanie.

Krista, apparently, had other ideas. She decided to visit the dissection club and eat their food, as they were apparently having a party. I asked her if she was going to miss her ride, but she said it was ok, she would just walk to her grandparents’ house. I went over to the cafeteria but they were out of gloves, so I couldn’t help make PB&J. so I went back to krista, and naturally she wanted me to walk with her, and naturally I walked with her. but her grandparents weren’t home, so we walked back to the school. I guessed that stephanie would be mad at me. She was. And naturally my mood dropped like a rock. It didn’t help when I sensed this and tried to figure things out. I put my arm around her and asked what the problem was. I just wanted her to say it, instead she totally blew me off. She even brushed my arm off. The feeling I fear the most is rejection, and if that’s not rejection, I don’t fucking know what is. 

We usually get better if I call her that night, and I don’t think it’s so much anything I say as much as the fact that I took the time to call her. (I certainly don’t mind, but I think she would prefer if I had more to talk about. Frankly, I do too, but that’s another issue.) So I got off work at 9:30, drive home, and walk through my front door, fully intending to go upstairs and call stephanie. Unfortunately, my mom, in her usual shit mood, seizes my phone for the night, because I got to school ten minutes late this morning. Whatever…

But … I had made a promise to krista earlier that day. While I was at work, she texted me, and seeing as how I was in the drive thru, I was able to read them. That was when she told me that she had something serious to talk to me about, and when I asked her if she wanted to talk over the phone, she said she didn’t want to get “all emotional again.” But when I pressed her, she just said that she overreacted and that nothing was the matter. I hate when people do that! So I promised I would call her once I got off. She said that it was okay, but that there was nothing wrong. When I got home, I most certainly did call her. my mom was in my face the whole time. But what I suggested to krista, and would have suggested to stephanie as well had I had the chance to make a second call, was that when we do activities in the future, the two girls shouldn’t be together. I think we should hang out separately. Because if there’s one thing I hate, it’s hurting my friends, and I did a lot of that yesterday. I somehow managed to make both girls mad in the space of an hour and a half.

But yeah. My mom was bitching about how I was irresponsible and untrustworthy the whole time I was talking to krista, and after I gave her the phone I told her that I had made the promise before I knew I was going to lose the phone. If I promise somebody I’m going to call them, I am going to do it! One night I accidentally forgot to call stephanie back, due to the fact that I fell asleep while I was waiting for her show to end. My mom busted in at like 1:30 in the morning to ask me why my light was still on, and my homework as all over the place, and why wasn’t I sleeping you irresponsible bad child? I WAS sleeping, and while I was cleaning up, I remembered my promise, and how she probably thought I didn’t like her anymore because I had forgotten to call. I felt like shit that night. But we made up pretty easily, the next night we talked for four hours. That’s longer than I usually talk to cochran. I for one enjoyed it. I wish, though, that I could think of things to say. Stephanie said that my problem wasn’t that I didn’t have things to talk about, or that I just sucked at conversation, but it was because I didn’t care about the “little things.” After we were finally finished, I resolved to look for these so-called “little things” throughout the next day.

The next day, I had an ortho appointment. I noticed a number of little things, such as the obviously gay nurse, who looked far too good in fuchsia, whose name was Jasper. I noticed how after the guy next to me had left, all the nurses were talking for the next ten minutes about how nice he was. He hadn’t said a word, you stupid nurses. You just like him because he’s buff and was wearing a muscle tee. I also noticed (unfortunately) how my dentist had this habit of sticking her thumb into my mouth and then inserting the same spit-coated thumb into my eye. I thought after the first time, she would notice, but apparently she didn’t because she did it about ten more times.

I also noticed that I was uptight in the car with stephanie and ade, like I was the third guy, but also that the minute I opened up with these “little things,” I felt the way I should have been feeling the whole time: their best friend, because that’s what we are: best friends. I felt tied in first place, rather than a solid third place. It felt great. Perhaps I should look for more little things…

Well I just blew two hours typing this up. It’s so much easier doing this, because I can actually get all my thoughts organized, unlike when I’m just talking. I should have been doing my government homework, but who cares. I never do that anyway. Plus, I’m hoping that the right people read this and get the right idea ;)

Yay! Writing this has actually put me in a better mood already.

PS. A few random thoughts added after I finished the whole thing and I didn’t feel like putting in their “proper” place:

- If Stephanie liked guys, I would go out with her.
- I don’t love Krista because of convenience or anything stupid like that, I truly do love her.
- However Stephanie was the one who took the time to try to get to know me. Krista, I had seen last year numerous times but her liking of me faded in and out with the length of my hair. Seriously.
- And suddenly krista popped out of the woodwork … AFTER stephanie asked me to be her homecoming date
- And suddenly stephanie seems to like me … AFTER I got in a relationship with Krista
- women…..

I guess the question of the day (specifically the question of the day which should preferably not be brought to krista’s attention) is this: did I make the right decision to ask Krista out? Should I have waited longer? Krista herself thought, early on, that our relationship was “rushed.” I thought she meant that we were doing too much, too fast, at first, but now I get the impression that what she actually meant was that we didn’t have much previous time together outside of school. So did I make the right decision? I still think I did, although perhaps I should have waited. I honestly don’t know though. Wow I just contradicted myself.

Well, I’ll wait until after I actually spend more time with krista, whether this relationship is meant to work or what. I hope it does. I for one am not a huge fan of short relationships, and neither is krista. But if it’s not meant to be it’s not, and if it is it is.

That’s where I’m going to leave it for tonight.

The only reason Don Imus lost his job is because he has been made an example of. Everyone knows he’s not really racist. For 30 years he has been making fun of everybody. Was what he said racist? No. Was it out of line? Yes it was. Did he deserve to be fired? Not really. This whole thing was blown out of proportion by the “liberal” community following the vendetta of Al Sharpton.

However I do believe he deserved to be punished, just to show exactly where the line is between what is appropriate for radio and what is not. It could have been anyone, but it was Don Imus who crossed that invisible line first. Now, let’s hope something good can come out of this situation: that the line will be clearer for any future infraction.