This week's New Yorker has a piece on Don Imus. The hook for the story is Imus v Imus, a "bracketing" put together by Richard Sandomir to entice Imus to be in his book The Enlightened Bracketologist.
The NYer article describes Imus as a curmudgeon, and rightfully so given what I'd heard on the show sporadically.
Given Miss Snark is herself a curmudgeon, that caught my eye.
What Imus forgot, and what Miss Snark tries damn hard to never forget is you only get to bite the hands of volunteers. By that I mean people who in my case email questions, or send work into the crapometer, or pontificate on their blogs about the publishing industry, or in general offer themselves up to the blogosphere.
Going after politicians and public figures as Imus regularly did is fair game. I think his disrespect of the sitting presidents was loathsome, but a president is fair game in a democracy, and thankfully so.
The Rutgers Basketball team isn't fair game. They didn't ask to be on Imus's show, they weren't public figures in the sense of holding forth about much of anything other than wanting to win the championship, and they didn't do anything worthy of disdain.
The first rule of curmudgeons is you only get to disdain the deserving.
When you bite the hand that isn't deserving it's called bullying, hectoring, and witless, and you get called unemployed.
If Mr. Imus needs curmudgeon tutoring, Miss Snark is available. Written application of course. Spelling counts.