Reckedtrek
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text of what he said:
I think what most people have an issue with is the statement "I feel like I've come home here. I am a Giant in my heart. I'm so glad my son's a NY Giant. I struggle sometimes up in New England, but I know I got a home in New York." I know most people could care less that he pulls for his son. He should. Good for him. I believe that the issue is that he's put out an image that he's one of us, and made a very good living off that image, with restaurants, tailgate parties, and as a radio/TV personality who is supposedly "one of us". He's not one of us. He pines to be in NY. The fact that he's put out a false image, and made a handsome living off it, is was frosts most folks IMO.
Like any other statement, hearing it with the level of enthusiasm as well as the body language, facial expressions, etc... makes it far worse. It was very clear that in that video he was clearly getting his true feelings out, peeling back the facade that he lives while in the Boston area.
Pigs (Three Different Ones) by Pink Floyd
(Waters)
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You ****ed up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
(Written in part about Mary Whitehouse, but much of which fits Fraud DeOssie).












