Up yours, Reverend

As part of his continuing struggle for relevance pathetically-needed attention, Jesse Jackson has weighed-in on the LeBron James story:

He [Cavaliers' owner Dan Gilbert] speaks as an owner of LeBron and not the owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers. His feelings of betrayal personify a slave master mentality. He sees LeBron as a runaway slave.

Really, Jesse? Did Gilbert send a baying pack of hounds and an armed posse after James? How many "slaves" were paid millions of dollars by their "masters"? How many "slaves" had contracts with free agency clauses in them?

These accusations endanger LeBron. His jersey is being burned in effigy, and he is being projected as a betrayer by the owner.

And this "endangers" James how? (BTW, it's also LeBron's fans who are calling him a "bum", a "quitter" as well as less flattering names. Y'know...the same fans who bought tons of branded merchandise which made him a very wealthy man. And unlike you, Reverend, he didn't have to shake anyone down to become well-off.)

Here's the definition of "effigy", you profoundly ignorant assclown:

effigy–noun, plural -gies.
1. a representation or image, esp. sculptured, as on a monument.
2. a crude representation of someone disliked, used for purposes of ridicule.

Aggrieved Cavs fans, including black folks, were burning jerseys, bobbleheads and other LeBron James merchandise. Which they presumably paid for with their own hard-earned dollars, making said merchandise their property to dispose of as they see fit.

To my knowledge, no "effigies" of James were burned, save in the profound depths of your delusions. (Much like your utter delusion of Dr. Martin Luther King - who, unlike you, was a civil rights leader worthy of respect - dying in your arms, you prevaricating scumbag.)

LeBron is not a child, nor is he bound to play on Gilbert’s plantation and be demeaned.

Guess LeBron must have been a "house Negro", as he lived in some mighty fine digs on Gilbert's "plantation".

Mr. Gilbert's statement is mean, arrogant and presumptuous.

Pot. Kettle. Black.

Y'know, Jesse...for a guy whose entire career as a "civil rights leader" is based on a series of egregious lies (the fake bloody shirt, enforcing your early Chicago boycotts with the Blackstone Rangers - a violent criminal gang then-run by your half-brother - etc.), you've got a lot of fucking nerve.

It's rather unfortunate that James Earl Ray didn't murder you instead of Dr. King. America would probably have been better off.

So up yours, Jesse...no apology and no pie for you.