Wednesday, June 11, 2014


A great many Kansas City journalism aficionados will read an EPIC screed about this town's most celebrated sportswriter and have their perceptions confirmed . . . WHATEVER they might have been . . .

10K words dedicated to any working columnist might be some kind of record . . . Here's the COMPREHENSIVE analysis of all things related to Big Sexy . . .

Deadspin: Can Jason Whitlock Save ESPN's "Black Grantland" From Himself?

That's a lot of bandwidth and a great many words dedicated to a guy who has earned the derision of just about every media pundit in the metro and every sports dude throughout the nation.

Unfortunately, in Kansas City all of the sports newsies are white so there won't be any discussion of the most interesting aspects of this piece because their racial sensibilities are so misguided that they're actually dangerous . . . Especially Steve St. John.

But the Deadspin screed lays out a few interesting ideas . . .

- Many African-American sports enthusiasts regard Jason Whitlock as an Uncle Tom because of his constant criticism of Black culture and because he's downright fierce when it comes to African-American women.

- On the opposite edge of the same sword, so many white dudes dislike him for a lot of reasons but mostly because he's a big Black guy with strong opinions.

- And again, journalists HATE HIM because they claim to be so much smarter than the guy DESPITE THE FACT that he keeps cashing HUGE paychecks year after year which dwarf most newsie pay.

For the record . . . TKC thinks he's great and he just might be one of our heroes after this Deadspin d-bag wrote what is tantamount to the greatest sportswriter bromance love letter this century. . . Meanwhile, RealTKCHeadlines is on the verge of an aneurism because nobody thinks much of his constant criticism of a blog he reads throughout the day, EVERY DAY for the past two weeks at least.

More in a bit . . .


Anonymous said...

Absolutely certain the deadspin article is some kind of paid cross promotion. Nothing else explains it.

Anonymous said...

I'm white and always liked him. Those "huge" paychecks I don't know about though. It doesn't pay that well to blog.

chuck said...

The article is a well written evisceration of Whitlock that comes from the angle (Repeatedly) of the desire for equal outcomes vis a vis equal opportunity.

Greg Howard's certainty, that blacks are unrepresented in journalism because of racism, is preposterous. The article in an in depth explanation of his (Howard's) interviews for a job with Jason's new endeavor, at ESPN. The organization whose employees and owners he fucking NUKED again and again and again for years after he was fired. Yet here he is, with unlimited funds and backing from those same folks (ESPN), in an advent effort to start an endeavor that will be by, about and for African Americans.

"Whitlock was summoning all sorts of ugliness, striking many of the same sour notes that his own detractors would hit a few years later. Black men in America are often depicted in a very specific way, as inarticulate, unread, impulsive, violent, and altogether unrefined. When blacks show traits that run counter to this depiction, they're often seen—by whites and blacks alike—as somehow faking it, ashamed of their blackness, or else removed from black culture. "

The first stereotype fits and is numbered in the dead. The second sterotype, in my opinion, does not.

Howard waits until the very end, to deliver his haymakers.

Whitlock writes this on the Imus affair.

"Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it's 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.

While we're fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I'm sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent's or Snoop Dogg's latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.

I ain't saying Jesse, Al and Vivian are gold-diggas, but they don't have the heart to mount a legitimate campaign against the real black-folk killas.

It is us. At this time, we are our own worst enemies. We have allowed our youths to buy into a culture (hip-hop) that has been perverted, corrupted and overtaken by prison culture. The music, attitude and behavior expressed in this culture is anti-black, anti-education, demeaning, self-destructive, pro-drug dealing and violent."

Howard write this-

"In just under 800 words, Whitlock found a way to berate 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg, Kanye West, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, Rutgers head coach Vivian Stringer, hip hop, athletes who listen to hip hop, prison culture, black self-hatred, Dave Chappelle, BET, MTV, black-owned radio stations, crack cocaine, black-on-black crime, absent fathers, and black school bullies. "

It goes on, but cry me a fuckin river.

Howard should have taken the job, now he has burned a bridge with the most important black journalist if his age.

Anonymous said...

Fat, stupid nigger. That is all.

Miss Sweetie Pie said...

Mr. Tony,
I never read the Whitlock column. Maybe he is better on telly?

I am surprised that you are calling out the mundane realtksheadlines. Why bother? The poor thing is slow witted.

No rain! My basement flooded and I am bone tired from dragging out ruined items and running a surface pump. Maybe I can hop on the toy train and find a cool place for coffee. That will lift my damp spirits.

Mr. Tony honestly mayor sly sucks.

Anonymous said...

jeez...whatta nigger!

Anonymous said...

Tony is such a flip flopper.. try to critisize anything black on this blog, and he calls in Alonzo.I wonder what Whitlock thinks of that guy?

Anonymous said...

What really pisses off the black community -- and whiney white-guilt idiots -- is that WHITLOCK IS RIGHT!

I love it when I see black guys with their pants down with their asses hanging out..."Saggin" as it was called in the prison world -- white code (spell it backwards). The guys with their pants down like that were telling other inmates that they'd give up their ass in return for protection. So the look was "I'll take it in the ass" in prison to street "Style."

Can't help but laugh -- at a great big chunk of this "culture."

Whitlock nailed it..

cml said...

Whitlock holds the feet of the black entitlement culture of violence, ignorance and narcissism to the fires of reason. That pisses off liberals, black and white who are invested in that same disgusting culture.

Anonymous said...

Fortunately constant criticism of this blog is entirely justified.

And hilarious.

And easy.

Anonymous said...

10:34... alright, your break time is over... now get back to setting the world on fire you hard-charger!!

Anonymous said...


We are waiting...

Anonymous said...

OK...allow me.


Anybody can play. Anybody.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, that was really funny.

Shut the fuck up.

Anonymous said...

If Whitlock did, per Howard:

"In just under 800 words, Whitlock found a way to berate 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg, Kanye West, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, Rutgers head coach Vivian Stringer, hip hop, athletes who listen to hip hop, prison culture, black self-hatred, Dave Chappelle, BET, MTV, black-owned radio stations, crack cocaine, black-on-black crime, absent fathers, and black school bullies."

For that he should get the Pulitzer Prize for Opinion.

Anonymous said...

That picture is crazy. That picture is kind of shameful.

Anonymous said...

His paychecks probably seem huge because, like most negroes, he lives "negro" rich. Behind three months on the gas bill to swing the Escalade payment.

Anonymous said...

Pillsbury Whitlock is just a common variety NEGRO. Nothing more. He just babbles and eats.

Hey Fat Albert, you not a player !

Anonymous said...

Jason Whitlock is a big fat Uncle Tom and no White person gets to decide whether we can or cannot designate him as such. Those that love him are typically cowards that claim to be open-minded and even handed in racial matters but are cowards who need a fat sloppy sambo as a mouthpiece to say what's in their low down hearts and small minds.