I could go on for hours about the sheer perfection of every single facet of the controversy currently swirling around Duane Chapman -- better known as "Dog the Bounty Hunter," a name which is no doubt spoken by uneducated trailer trash with the same kind of fearful hush that the vampires in Blade mentioned "The Daywalker."
The fact that anyone is shocked to learn that a guy who wakes up every morning and immediately decides that he wants to look like a roadie for Molly Hatchet might be inclined to throw around a racial slur when he thinks nobody's listening is shocking in and of itself.
Also not surprising is all the bullshit outrage and phony self-righteous indignation that's coming from network executives who -- as in the case of irrelevant boob Don Imus -- knew exactly what they were getting when they gave Dog his own show and now have the colossal balls to suddenly feign a shred of decency and some semblance of standards.
And finally, anyone who was aghast to find out that Dog's own son sold him out to the National Enquirer hasn't been paying attention lately. This marks the third time in the past year that a kid has betrayed the trust of a father by taking what would've, and should've, been a private family moment and using readily-available new media to shame him into submission. Whether you agree with Dog's admittedly Deliverance-esque opinions doesn't matter in the least; it was never for you to decide in the first place -- not based on a personal conversation between father and son.
I've mentioned this phenomenon before; feel free to take a look: (Big Daughter is Watching You/05.04.07)
Friday, November 02, 2007
Posted by Chez at 4:25 PM