How Not To Remember ‘The Greatest’
Lots of great stories, remembrances, memories and thoughts posted all over the internet this weekend after the passing of Muhammed Ali, the G.O.A.T., one of the most iconic and important athletes — nay, Americans — to ever live. Here are some good ones. I don’t think I could say anything that hasn’t already been said better.
Here’s what I can do, which also isn’t necessary but is burning me up enough that I want to: Point out a highly stupid take offered up by an elected official that literally no one asked for.
What the good people of Tennessee saw in this guy, we may never know:
(This is actually an edited version of a tweet he sent out earlier and then deleted, which said “but failure to to enlist in the US military when the call was made is black cloud on his character.” I suppose if you’re going to say something ignorant, it should be grammatically correct.)
A few more:
Refusing to address Ali by his actual name, appearing to lack a clear understanding of why Ali refused to serve in Vietnam, glossing over the societal injustices that led to Ali’s sacrifices, making a nonsensical comparison to Antonin Scalia and creating yet another “liberal vs. conservative” debate when there was none to begin with… this dude does it all.
Muhammed Ali’s impact is infinite. He will never die, but will only continue to inspire and teach. On the other hand, I don’t plan on thinking about this state representative and his coloring book view points ever again.