I’m not going to hit you with pictures of the devastation in Haiti on my blog today. God knows, if you’re alive in this country you’ve seen the unspeakable horror, and I’m sure you feel as helpless as I do. Giving money to a cause never felt so hollow as when Julie and I donated tonight; when there is such incredible devastation and loss of life, everything you do feels like a pebble in the ocean.
No, I’m not going to hit you with pictures of Haiti. Instead, a brief moment of rage about Pat Robertson. If you haven’t heard by now, this is what Robertson, the 1,000-year-old televangelist, had to say about this week’s horrific earthquake:
“Something happened a long time ago in Haiti, and people might not want to talk about it. They were under the heel of the French … and they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said, ‘We will serve you if you’ll get us free from the French. And the devil said, ‘OK, it’s a deal.’ Ever since, they have been cursed by one thing after another.“
Forget, for a minute, the absolute cruelty and insensitivity of that statement. Forget just how unbelievably stupid and senseless this makes Robertson sound.
My question is this: This was a major headline on all the news sites I looked at Wednesday and Thursday. What I want to know is: Why? Why do the media still treat Pat Robertson like he’s someone important? Are there millions who still look up to him and worship him? Why does he continue to get a platform to spew such hatred and venom?
I mean seriously, if the cameras and notebooks went away, he’d just be the bat-shit crazy guy yelling at people on a street-corner.
**Speaking of men I love, how ’bout that Lane Kiffin, eh? The University of Tenness … oops, sorry, I mean the University of Southern California coach has done what I thought was impossible: Despise him even more. The man who put the smug in “smugness” and the ass in … well, you know, spent the last 14 months spewing all kinds of fire and brimstone bout how wonderful Tennessee is, making all kinds of accusations about rivals that of course were untrue, getting caught by the NCAA for all kinds of minor violations, well, he up and left after just one season.
Contract, schmontract. Loyalty, schmoyalty. This guy was a schmuck before all this happened; (just check out this SI story from last year) now, he stands out as a scumbag among the vast legions of similar-behaving scumbags who came before him (see Saban, Nick, and Petrino, Bobby for example).
Let’s see how this USC thing works out: A guy who already has a track record for playing fast and loose with the rules, going to a place that’s about to get heavily sanctioned by the NCAA for Reggie Bush-related crimes.
Sounds like a marriage made in heaven.
***And now, a wonderfully positive story:
So if you read this blog regularly you might remember my telling the inspirational story of Freedom High School (Orlando, Fla.) girls soccer player Bree McMahon. (The original posts are here, here, and here.) In September the teenager was crushed by a car in a freak accident while helping her team raise money at a car wash. McMahon had to have one leg amputated, and suffered numerous other injuries.
Well, McMahon’s Freedom High team had its Senior night game Wednesday night, and even though it was quite painful for her to do so, Bree got out of her wheelchair and walked across the field, to the cheers of the crowd.
It was a beautiful moment. I wish I could’ve been there. The Orlando Sentinel’s Mike Bianchi was, and he wrote a great column about it.
Way to go Bree!