I am the head cheerleader in the anti DEI camp. A card carrying member and proud of it. Allow me to give ya my take on it.
Let's start at the bottom...Steve Park. I wish him no harm. Really. But the man has no business in a stock car after his crash. He had very little business in one before. People say he hasn't been the same since that wreck. I ask, in what way? He still wrecks more often than he finishes. To his credit, he is by far the least offensive of the DEI posse.
Moving up the food chain, we find the most overrated excuse for a stock car driver since, well, Buckshot Jones. Michael All-Lip. This freak of nature has been around for what, 48 years, and has a couple of plate races on his resume. Well blow me down and I'll call you Windy. Added to his complete inability to win anything that hasn't been bought and paid for, we have that mouth. That non stop mouth. He must think he is that brat from Home Alone, because he tries to be as annoyingly "cute". It ain't. It's just annoying. Now his brother has weaseled his way into the broadcast booth, leaving a trail of slime wherever he goes, and all of a sudden we are supposed to actually give a rat's ass what Michael All-Lip thinks. Pardon me while I steadfastly refuse to give this waste of internal organs any credit. Period.
And, of course, we have The Inebriator. I do not think he is trying to be his father as so many will rant about. I think he could have taken a few lessons from the old man, because every time he tries to use the chrome horn, he wrecks himself instead. Daddy was the master at it, but this time the nut fell just a bit too far from the tree. I think the boy needs professional help, as he admits he drinks every night for the sole purpose of getting drunk. Umm, can someone please define the phrase alcoholic? In all honesty, I ain't too worried about Junior running away with a truckload of championship trophies any time soon. He just ain't got it, folks. Plain, simple, to the point.
Well, there you have it. Join us again next week for my popular essay, "Why Sniffles Childress Can Kiss My Area Between The Lower Back And The Upper Thigh".