If I were Don Imus I would stay home for a while. Not just in the house, but in bed, with the shades drawn.
With all the invectives being slung around -- about his comb-over, his lack of sexual prowess, his tired rants -- it's better just to hibernate out of sight than to feed the fire. But the problem with Imus, which is what got him into trouble in the first place, is that he doesn't know when to stop, stick his foot in his mouth, and call it a day.
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