John Rocker was involved in another ‘incident’ the other day. Rocker, for those of you who have forgotten, is the unrepentant redneck who slurred and sulked his way through the 2000 baseball season, having the nerve to insult NY fans. At any rate, Rocker is now alleged to have called a homosexual couple ‘fruitcakes.’
This is an incident worthy of NATIONAL NEWS COVERAGE? Let’s throw out the issue of whether the taunting was provoked or not- that really does not matter to me. What matters to me is that this big, burly, strapping redneck reached down to the bottom of his insult barrel, fished around, and came up with…. Fruitcake?. Rather than being annoyed, these hypersensitive homosexuals should have burst out into laughter. I mean, c’mon. Fruitcake?
Only the professionally sensitive nitwits in America would think this is a big deal, or let alone, a hate crime. This is everyday life. If you think calling someone a fruitcake is a criminal event, you would lock me up for yelling what I yell when I am cut off in traffic. Or from muttering what I do when some blue-haired geriatric parks her cart in the middle of the grocery aisle and sits there for 10 minutes. You would be absolutely mortified to hear the stream of obscenities I emit during a football game.
And, btw, you should hear some of the things I have said to my former roommate and good friend who is gay (I don’t mean just slightly gay, but queer as a football bat) and who I love like a brother. I can honestly say that I never called him anything as refined as a ‘fruitcake.’