The pretentiously bylined name of Kevin Paul Dupont, not having the sense to stick to Boston Bruins hockey, decided to avoid his offseason hiatus by commenting on stupid tweets by the wives of professional athletes and assumes the mantle as yet another of the many self-righteous Boston Globe scolding harpies:
It’s time for Miko Grimes and Ayesha Curry to set down their handheld devices, delete their Twitter accounts, and take two giant steps back from the lunatic fringe.First, on the merits - Miko Grimes is an anti-semetic moron that can go fuck herself. The Jewish people I know share many positive traits - they don't smoke, booze, take drugs, gamble and are financially successful, which involves being productive (which means gainful employment) and avoiding frivolous spending on, among other things, the aforementioned vices I mentioned. These habits should be celebrated and adopted, not blithely dismissed with an epiteth. Wish I could engage in all of these traits!
Or like Jack Nicholson’s character (Mel Udall) said in “As Good as It Gets,” “Sell crazy someplace else, we’re all stocked up here.’’
Miko, wife of Buccaneers cornerback Brent Grimes, on Monday tweeted out her disdain for her husband’s ex-employers in Miami, including Dolphins owner Stephen Ross and executive vice president of football operations Mike Tannenbaum.
“Gotta respect Ross for keeping his jew buddies employed,’’ she wrote, “but did he not see how tannenbaum put the jets in the dumpster with that sanchez deal?’’
Miko obviously had her keyboard locked in “vile” mode. She’ll have to find a geek squader to help her with capital letters and punctuation, with a side course in sensitivity training.
Ayesha, wife of NBA icon Stephen Curry, was none too pleased June 16 to see her hubby foul out in Game 6 of the NBA Finals, a moment he punctuated by firing his mouthpiece and nailing a courtside fan. Steph’s handiwork earned an ejection. Ayesha’s fingers flew her straight to crazytown, to join the convention of whack job conspiracy theorists already in progress.
Ayesha's comments, on the other hand, bear some weight:
Precisely what the NBA needed, another hint that someone jockeyed the score. The fetid scent of ex-referee Tim Donaghy and his on-court cooking of the books may never leave the building.Right off the bat, the pretentiously bylined named Kevin Paul Dupont is in partial agreement with this sentiment. This is backed up in part by none other then Dan Shaugnessy seven years ago (direct Boston Globe link has been archived) and by many other articles and columns about the subject during this time frame, and earlier, but I'll avoid posting extensive links demonstrating this until and unless the bête noire of this site, former Boston Globe buttboy Bruce Mo** piously demand it. Even then, I'll tell him to fuck off and do his own research on the matter so he can come to the conclusion that he's wrong yet again. I have found it next to impossible to convince or persuade overt leftists of actual facts in any matter, as they wish to view the world as they want it to be, rather than what it is.
In conclusion, if Kevin Paul Dupont had real balls, he'd take this guy up on his offer:
Just spoke to Kevin Paul DuPont, who spent a summer trying to get me fired. Asked him to come on podcast -- couldn't decline fast enough.— Kirk Minihane (@kirkmin) March 10, 2016
Until then, this self-appointed arbiter of taste and civility should stick to hockey, and fuck off.