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March 27, 2006

Morgan Spurlock: Unrepentant Dickbag

Morgan Spurlock, the documentary filmmaker of the critically-acclaimed and somewhat factually inaccurate Supersize Me, gave a speech to 700 high school kids, including some special-ed kids, in which he swore five times, insulted the teachers, and used the term "retarded" in a derogatory manner.  Spurlock justified his speech thusly:  "The greatest lesson those kids learned today was the importance of free speech."  [Links via Joanne Jacobs.]

Naturally, a lot of folks were spitting mad.  So Spurlock issued this "apology."  I use sneer quotes because it is plainly not an apology at all, but instead one of those pseudo-apologies in which the offender is "sorry that you, the offendee, were offended," then goes on to explain why his actions were correct and the offendee is wrong to take umbrage.

To the Students, Teachers, Parents, Administrators of Hatboro Horsham High School, the Hatboro Horsham Education Foundation, and anyone else who has now heard of the events of last Friday in Pennsylvania,

Throughout the year, I travel to various colleges and high schools to talk about my experiences in making Super SIze Me, the impact it has had on me and the community, and what kids can do to make a difference in their own lives. That was my goal when I went to speak to the students of Hatboro Horsham High School.

That's a laudable goal, to be sure.  Just skip ahead to the part where you explain how cursing, making jokes about teachers smoking pot and japing at kids who unfortunately have to wear helmets serves that goal.

As I told both the principal and superintendent of schools after my lecture, it is never my intent to insult or demean anyone – and I understand how some of my remarks may have offended some in attendance and if you feel they did, then I am deeply sorry.

Yes, I can feel the sincerity, can't you?  See, he's not saying "I'm sorry that I made a mistake."  He's saying "I'm sorry that you think I made a mistake."  Big difference, I think.

When I speak at schools, I try to express my views on difficult topics with humor and a joking mannerism.

That's fine and good.  Humor is an age-old method of connecting with your audience.  Still waiting for the part where you explain why you felt that you had to degrade others to do it.

I try to connect with students by conveying my thoughts in an accessible form, using the same speech and tone that they or I would use in any other lively conversation.

Apparently, Spurlock thinks that it's impossible to connect with teenagers these days without dropping the F-bomb.  Nonsense.  Hey Spurlock, try being the adult, and connecting with them through reasoned, well-articulated statements.  And, by the way, not all teenagers curse or want to hear cursing.  That's awful presumptuous, no?

One student even said to me, “you didn’t say anything that we aren’t going to hear later on TV,” and that was my sole intent.

Oh, well fine then.  Television should be the sole arbiter of what teenagers say and hear.  Also, as long as some seventeen year-old says that what you did was okay, then we shouldn't be questioning you over it.

I do, however, believe it is very important for me to address many of the points made in the media.

First and most importantly, it should be made clear that the only person I called “retarded” was myself when I was unable to hear a question from the audience. Having done work with special needs children in the past, something this hurtful would never come from my lips.

But the insult did come from your lips, you idiot.  Whether you directed it at yourself or someone else, you still used it as a derogatory term.  And don't give me that tripe about "[h]aving done work with special needs children."  That sounds like the "I have a lot of black friends" justification uttered by bigots after using "n-----."

I have also been portrayed as someone who spewed profanity for a full hour. To set the record straight, I said only five “dirty” words during the entire speech.

The Superintendent said to me backstage that the only words he had problems with were the “F-Bombs,” (of which there were only two) so perhaps I should have toned down even those two uses, but as another student told me, it’s nothing they hadn’t heard before.

So you only swore five times, and said "fuck" twice.  We're obviously all upset over nothing.  I'm sure most parents and school administrators gladly adhere to the well-known "fewer than half a dozen curses, including no more than two 'F-bombs,' is totally cool" maxim.  The fact that you needed to curse at all shows both a paucity of language and an insecurity in your message.  If you don't have any actual content that the kids can connect with, get a new speech; don't pepper it with profanity to get their attention.

It has also been said that I insulted faculty, when in actuality, all I was doing was making a joke at their expense for the enjoyment of the students.

Staggering cognitive dissonance here.  In fact, this may be one of the dumbest sentences ever written.  If anyone can tell me the difference between insulting someone and making a joke at his/her expense for the enjoyment of others, I'm all ears.

During the Q&A after my talk, I asked them if they had any questions for me. They shook their heads no and I said to the kids, “You see, while you guys sit down here and watch, the teachers sit up in the balcony and smoke pot.” The students roared with laughter, and once again, that was all I wanted to do: entertain the kids.

Wow, jokes about retards, teachers smoking pot, and swearing.  What, no dick and fart jokes?  Again, if you can't entertain kids any other way, perhaps you should get a new presentation.  Second, I think teachers have enough difficulties to deal with without some half-celebrity like Spurlock cutting them off at the knees.  If his sole standard for material is whether it will entertain kids, he's setting the bar way too low.

Lastly, in the article it quoted me as saying that the greatest lesson those kids learned was the importance of freedom of speech. When saying that, I did not mean that you have the right to insult anyone at will (as many people have interpreted it.) I was referring to the fact that the group that hired me to speak asked that I not mention McDonald’s in any of my talk because one of their board members owns a franchise. That would be like asking Neil Armstrong to speak but tell him he can’t bring up walking on the moon, so needless to say, I didn’t agree to their censorship.

But you still took their money, didn't you?  In taking their money, you tacitly agreed to play by their rules.  Even after they relented about the McDonalds material, you still had to be a jerk.  Your portrayal of your actions as bravely upholding the First Amendment would be funny if it weren't so sad.

As an individual who fights daily for us all to find some common ground in this world, I am hopeful that the work I do can continue to generate a positive dialogue, inspire action and make this world a better place.

If by making the world a better place, you mean teaching kids that it's okay to make fun of special needs kids, curse like sailors, and disrespect their teachers, then I'd say you did an admirable job.

Normally, I don't give a hang about Morgan Spurlock.  But people who refuse to own up to their mistakes by simply saying "I'm sorry," bother me.  People who make themselves out to be free speech martyrs, as Spurlock tries to do here, bother me more.

By the way, I know I'm all over Spurlock for cursing, and yet I used a curse word in the title of this post, and curse frequently on this blog.  First, my audience isn't high school students; it's adults.  And second, sometimes only a curse word can capture the exact sentiment that you wish to convey.  I think we can all agree that that's certainly true at least here.

I Hope They're Wearing Gold-Plated Diapers

Blue Oyster Cult will be headlining the Columbus Distance Classic post-race concert on Saturday.  Really?  They were available?  I would imagine they've found someone to replace Gene Frenkel on the cowbell.  Because, I'm telling you, you're going to want that cowbell in there.

According to the article, BOC has some new material.  In other words, they won't be playing Fear the Reaper and Burnin' for You ( a.k.a. the only two BOC songs anyone's ever heard of) until the very end of the set, holding their audience helpless as they subject them to their crappy new songs and preventing the mass exodus to the doors that will certainly follow.

If you run the race, you get in free with your race number.  If you don't, it will cost you $20 to see this group of has-beens.  Or, never-wases.  Or whatever.  Let's be honest:  I would feel better about wiping my ass with a twenty dollar bill than exchanging it for a BOC ticket.

Vintage movie scene:

"Do you have any Blue Oyster Cult?"

"NO!  I don't have any Blue Oyster Cult!  I ate twenty pair last time around.   Where were you?"

March 23, 2006

Belated Vanity Post

I recently told a friend that I wasn't going to do these vanity posts about my running anymore, but it's been well-documented that I don't pay any attention to what I'm saying most of the time.  Plus, if I lived somewhere good instead of Ohio, I could just shout imy performance from on top of a mountain.  But I don't have a mountain; I have a computer and a blog.

The top story in Robb Kestner's world over the St. Patrick's Day weekend was that I won the Dublin Irish Festival 5K, clocking a 16:40 (the results say 16:42, but my watch said 16:40 so that's what I'm going with).  My running partner was second, so that's pretty cool to finish 1-2.  While I'm not thrilled with my time, it was cold (35 degrees), windy and the course was hilly.  And 16:40 was all it took to win.  On a positive note, I'm not doing 5K training, yet that's the fastest I've run a 5K since 1999.

Because I know all of you are tracking my running so closely, I'm running the LaSalle Bank Columbus Distance Classic (a half-marathon) on April 1, then making my annual pilgrimage with my good friend John to Indianapolis for the 500 Festival half-marathon on May 6.  I'll let you know how they go.  Unless they go poorly, in which you'll never hear about them again.

March 21, 2006

"It's About Giving Back"

Tom Zbikowski (or, as he used to be known in at least one South Bend barbershop, "that Polish kid who can really hit") is quickly becoming my favorite ND football player.  The kid is levelheaded, competitive, community-minded and fearless, as evidenced by his fighting in a charity bout on three days notice against an amateur heavyweight with a 23-3 record:

Leo High School, the site of Wednesday's bout, is a small, financially strapped school on Chicago's south side. Its enrollment is 98 percent black, and many of its students come from what is characterized as poverty-laden and high-crime areas. And yet the success stories of its alumni continue to outnumber the tragic turns brought on by little more than life circumstances.

This is why Zbikowski was back in the boxing ring Wednesday night after a year away from the sport. This is why he was willing to risk embarrassment, given that he had all of three days to train for the fight. This is why he almost threw his cell phone against the wall when, hours before the bout, he got word that his appearance to raise money for charity would be construed as a rules infraction by the NCAA.

The good news for Leo High School and Notre Dame is that the NC-double-assholes relented and let Tom fight.  That was also bad news for Tom's opponent, who he dispatched by TKO in the second round.

Goodbye, Smokey

Make no mistake, I hate the Tennessee Volunteers.  Most right-thinking people do.  But I am still sad to hear of the passing of Smokey VIII, UT's bluetick coonhound mascot, due to kidney disease.  Smokey was 11 years old.

Smokey8

"If there ain't no squirrels to chase in Heaven, then I'll see you in Hell!"

March 16, 2006

A Picture Worth Seven Words

This is what pure joy looks like:

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You can read the full story behind this meatstrocity (the burger, not the guy) here.  [Links via Obscure Store.]

March 15, 2006

To Quote Nelson Muntz: HA Ha!

Because it's pretty much required of all bloggers to slag ESPN.com's Bill Simmons (mainly because he parlayed his blog into one of the sweetest jobs of all-time), I must ridicule him for this:  he admitted yesterday that he got rejected for admission by Georgetown.  Georgetown!  Hell, I didn't even know they were still an accredited university.  I mean, Georgetown is that girl in high school who sleeps with everybody.  And Bill Simmons is that guy who goes out with her on the strength of her reputation, and doesn't even come close to closing the deal.

It is to laugh.

Good Stuff From Around the Interweb

Instead of a Five at Five, I'm just linking the stuff that I've seen today that I've enjoyed, most of which comes from blogs on my sidebar.  Basically, it's stuff that I wish I'd written, if only I were clever enough.

  • Sweet video of the 2006 Div. I indoor mile championship race.  To call it a kicker's race is to put it mildly.  Just watch the splits, and watch them go from a jog to a sprint at 800m (2:18, 1:54).
  • I'm not sure where the Creator of Worlds found this picture of Algore, but it makes my skin crawl.  Don't miss the comments, either (which include an appearance by the inimitable iowahawk).
  • Dave at Garfield Ridge is on effin' fire.  Here he steals Power Line's thunder by eviscerating uber-douche E.J. Dionne's latest tripe; and then he deftly exposes the Democrats' latest agenda for what it is -- an avoidance of the biggest issues of the highest order.
  • It's as if Britney Spears wakes up in the morning and tries to come up with a new way to act like an ignorant hillbilly.
  • Because thinking is hard and no film producer can come up with an original idea anymore, all of my fond childhood TV memories have been corrupted by shitty Hollywood adaptations.  Ice Cube strips the last vestige of goodness from me, as he plans to do a big screen adaptation of Welcome Back, Kotter.  It's times like these when I wish Max Zorin had succeeded in filling the San Andreas fault with water, or Superman didn't thwart Lex Luthor's plot to wipe California off the map with MX missiles.

March 07, 2006

Five O'Clock Five

Two days in a row.  You probably shouldn't get used to it.

"I can't get caught up in the self-importance. People bow to your every wish and you forget where you come from and what you're doing," he told the magazine.

"I recently worked with two actors who wouldn't come out of their trailers for some reason.

"Can you figure that out? It's insanity. Or they complain because their trailers aren't big enough.

"Bulls***. It's a job, like any other, so don't make a big deal. Be polite, treat the crew with respect and don't think you're different."

He also calls films "condescending."  [Link via Ace of Spades and Garfield Ridge.]

As I commented at Garfield Ridge, it's a good thing he's Sir Anthony Hopkins. Otherwise, this would be like in Jerry Maguire where all of the other agents are applauding him and patting him on the back ("Someone finally said it!") while simultaneously starting a betting pool on how soon he'll be fired.

If it were a middling actor, say, Pierce Brosnan or even Brian Dennehy, he wouldn't be able to get a gig co-hosting a "Set it and forget it!" infomercial with Ron Popeil after making comments like these.

March 06, 2006

Five at Five

Once again, the Five at Five returns, only to likely disappear for three more months.  Anyway, on to the links:

  • Jermaine Jackson was going to presumably admit perjury and write a "tell-all" book about Michael and his boy-lovin' ways, as well as other family secrets.  Until Michael threatened and bullied himBullied by Michael Jackson.  Maybe Jermaine should write an autobiography instead, sharing with the world what it's like to be the biggest pussy who ever lived.
  • The Washingon Post finds a "majority of Americans believe Iraq civil war likely."  To which I reply, "Big effin' deal what a majority of Americans think."  All this shows is that all of the breathless MSM reports about the war between the Sunnis and Shiites -- for which there hasn't been a shred of actual evidence, by the way -- are finding their mark.  Do not doubt for one second that the MSM wants us to lose.
  • Julio Franco would be my new favorite baseball player on the strength of this article, except that he drives a Hummer.
  • The South Bend Tribune's Jason Kelly, whose articles on the football team I almost always enjoy, gets it exactly wrong in this piece, in which he blames Notre Dame basketball's mediocrity on ND's facilities, not Mike Brey.  Hogwash.  There are plenty of tiny schools that get two or three teams into the Tourney every year.  It's on the coach to recruit talent.  Jim Calhoun built a powerhouse at a school in the middle of nowhere with crap facilities.  And didn't whine about it.  Whining about the facilities is an excuse.
  • Here are two cool articles about a recent breakfast between Paul Tergat and Haile Gebrselassie in Nairobi.  After going out of their way to compliment one another, they discuss their tremendous Olympic 10,000M final and how distance running can be packaged for mass appeal.