Stop me if you've heard this one before, but John Gibson said
something shockingly stupid the other day.
By now, most of the free world -- even the sane among us who usually
respond to Gibson's name the way Inspector Dreyfus used to react when
someone mentioned "Clouseau" in the old Pink Panther movies
-- knows that the Fox News talking head opened his radio show earlier
this week by mercilessly making fun of the death of Heath Ledger. The
concussion had just hit Ledger's fans and the moviegoing public, the
details were still sketchy, the body wasn't even cold, and there was
Gibson -- in all his hangdog, chick-repellant glory -- guffawing it up
in a hearty show of ingratiation with the Git-R-Done crowd.
Gibson played the Brokeback Mountain theme, made a couple of
rude comments mocking Ledger, painting him as just another drugged-up
Hollywood freak -- ostensibly re-confirming the deeply ingrained
prejudices of his audience -- and then went on about his way, spouting
his usual brand of daily nonsense across the airwaves.
Whether or not Gibson got the laughs he intended who knows; if you're
reading this, there's a pretty good chance you don't count yourself
among his loyal fan base. Make no mistake though, whether the result
of some seriously misplaced masochism, a perceived obligation to act
as watchdog, or maybe just because he or she enjoys quixotically
pointing out the obvious, somebody who wasn't real big on
Gibson was listening the other day and ratted him out to the rest of
us.
That of course led to the avalanche of indignation that's been sliding
down and piling up on top of him for the past few days, forcing him to
finally offer an obligatory and thoroughly half-assed apology.
As expected though, those who never much liked Gibson or his
ridiculous opinions in the first place are smelling blood in the
water; an Imusian call for his head on a platter is gaining strength
and volume, which means that in the end it'll be, literally, a lot of
sound and fury signifying -- or at least accomplishing -- nothing.
Screaming for Gibson to be punished will only make it that much
sweeter in the end, when the impudent schoolyard bully gets to laugh
at the inefficacy of his victims and persecutors. Trust me, Gibson
isn't going anywhere; whining, stomping your feet or expecting him to
play by the rules of decent society won't do anything but embolden him
and allow his audience to go on believing that it's the universal
victim of a bunch of wusses who can't take a joke.
But there's something else to consider here.
Why do you give a damn what John Gibson has to say about anything?
So he insulted Heath Ledger, and did it in front of an audience full
of clowns who think that kind of thing is funny.
So what?
It would be easy to make a rational argument about the need for
sensitivity in the wake of someone's death -- to maybe turn it around
and ask what the Gibsons, O'Reillys and Hannitys of the world would've
thought had someone taken to the airwaves immediately following the
death of their demigod Ronald Reagan and said something like, oh I don't
know, "Well, I guess it really is Bedtime for Bonzo!" But honestly,
why bother? At the risk of sounding like my father, unless you're
actually planning to physically beat the living hell out of him,
ignoring the aforementioned bully seems to be the best way to deal
with his kind.
Reacting angrily to the views of John Gibson only validates those
views. In reality, Gibson, like most of his Fox News ilk, is little
more than a Vaudevillian buffoon -- and probably not worthy of any
reasonable person's time one way or the other.
Besides, it is, in fact, just one man's opinion. Given that Gibson et
al have giddily proclaimed and perpetuated outright lies in the past
-- Barack Obama's madrassa education anyone? -- an admittedly juvenile
and tasteless joke in the wake of a celebrity death seems to me to be
the last thing you should fire any of their asses for.
Posted January 27, 2008 | 02:15 PM (EST)