Here we have D.C. resident Martin Kramer laying down the logic on everyone in a letter to the editor in Wednesday’s Washington Post.
Kramer is understandably upset with Sally Jenkins comparing Ray Rice to Fred Flintstone:
Sally Jenkins described the reprehensible actions of Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice as “going all Flintstone on his wife” in her July 29 Sports column, “Provoking debate, and disgust .” As any fan of that venerable show will tell you, Fred Flintstone had his faults, but he loved and respected his wife, Wilma, often referring to her as his queen. Every day, Fred would wear out his feet driving to the rock quarry. He would work until the whistle blew so he could slide down the back of his brontosaurus rock mover and head home to Wilma. What Mr. Rice did could perhaps qualify as a stereotype of caveman behavior, Ms. Jenkins, but yabba dabba don’t lump Fred Flintstone in with that type of behavior.
Good on you, Martin. Totally agree. Fred might not have been the best role model, but he’s not Ray Rice. As a quick exercise, let’s look at the pros and cons of both Fred Flintstone and Ray Rice.
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Notice the one glaring difference there? That’s right, I don’t remember the episode of The Flintstones where Fred beat Wilma, then got a slap on the wrist because he can play a game.
Plus, do we really want to compare the guy who tried to become an “ambassador” against domestic violence by committing domestic violence? It’s a serious issue. You don’t compare a clown like Ray Rice with a prehistoric cartoon version of Archie Bunker. Let’s just agree that Rice sucks.