As a group, we decided that we were never going to talk about Ron Artest's music video. Simply put, some things go beyond humorous and into that "strangely disturbing" range, a range best left unvisited. Like Martinsville, Indiana. Or Scientology.
But then something happened, and now we are obligated to touch upon it.
We were sent an Instant Messaging thread from an annonymous source. The thread, which we have since validated as completely authentic, sets forth the electronic conversation between Artest and his agent—Mr. Stan Rosenbaum from "Schuman Brothers Brake Repair and Sports Management"—that served as the true impetus of the video.
Do with it what you will. |
