I do hope that the women of Rutgers enjoy their proverbial 15 minutes, because I for one CANNOT wait until it's over. I'm tired of the double-standards, fed up with the hypocrisy and had more than enough of Al Sharpton to last more than 1000 lifetimes.
Al, Crimson Knights, Imus et al: I invite you to find a nice, dark room, turn on the CD player and crank 'er up to 11. Give the good ole Eagles "Get Over It" a listen...closely!
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it
Ladies, you dropped the ball (pun intended). You blew the perfect opportunity to stand, united, proud and strong, face the media, the critics, the cynics and the generally misinformed and succinctly state:
"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will never hurt us."
Now you're victims, "scarred" for life. I don't see how your chosen stance will advance the cause of women world wide as you lie down, weeping and wailing your woe-is-me tale. What do the rest of us get out of it? Oprah's Book of the Month and a made-for-tv movie?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Get over it!
Al, Crimson Knights, Imus et al: I invite you to find a nice, dark room, turn on the CD player and crank 'er up to 11. Give the good ole Eagles "Get Over It" a listen...closely!
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it
Ladies, you dropped the ball (pun intended). You blew the perfect opportunity to stand, united, proud and strong, face the media, the critics, the cynics and the generally misinformed and succinctly state:
"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will never hurt us."
Now you're victims, "scarred" for life. I don't see how your chosen stance will advance the cause of women world wide as you lie down, weeping and wailing your woe-is-me tale. What do the rest of us get out of it? Oprah's Book of the Month and a made-for-tv movie?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Get over it!
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