Is there any other reaction appropriate to this Ron Artest song about the plight of Afghan women? And his love for them? Hal Incandenza himself never produced anything so… unclassifiable. Even Bill Walton, for whom everything is either a profound disappointment or the greatest feat of its kind in the history of the NBA, would be rendered speechless. Is this what MTV2 will play at 3am after the singularity? Slow jams that so quickly evolved radically from their predecessors that I am unable even to grasp their meaning?
Mitch Kupchak, what have you done?