Oh goody. I see Jesse Jackson has decided that he is needed to speak up for Terrell Owens. That’s funny. I guess all the problems of the poor, the displaced, the hungry are all gone, so now Jesse has time to speak for and defend a multi-millionaire. What a crock.
Respectfully, Mr. Jackson: shut the fuck up.
Since you've chosen to saddle up and ride with spoiled, filthy rich crybaby professional athletes, I don't wanna hear you say one single peep about the victims of Hurricane Katrina. I don’t wanna hear you marching in the streets for anyone's civil rights, I don't wanna hear you on tv speaking with outrage about minorities or poor people being screwed over. Sorry, but those days are over. I'm supposed to take you seriously after seeing you pounce on tv to cry "unfair! unjust!" about this absurd situation? Is that what Dr. King whispered to you while he "died in your arms"?..."Jesse...make sure the spoiled millionaires of the world aren't punished too severely...hey, loosen up your grip..." I know you have a desperate need to preen on any news channel that will have you, but is TO really the best cause you can come up with? Look, I'm gonna spell it out for you: get a grip. Step back, think about this, and get a hold of yourself. You've got pull, you've got power, you've got money at your disposal - at this stage of your long career, do you really want your legacy to be this? Come on. Scan the newspapers for something worthwhile of your time. and please - stay outta the sports pages and get back to the real world. Unbelievably, we could use you.
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