I’ve never been a fan. People who are quick to thrust themselves into the limelight at moment’s notice tend to, after awhile, raise suspicion as to true motives. Like most who publicly introduce others’ faults to the world with a high-level of shame, Jesse Jackson’s legacy of moralistic preaching is coming back to slap him in the face.

My father introduced me to the term “professional agitator,” a term that has since been seared into my head to describe those quick to jump into the social justice fray while accepting a paycheck for doing so. Jackson exemplifies this description. I don’t doubt his sincerity—at the same time, I don’t think his publicly expressed passion tells the complete story.

There have been a number of stories portraying Jackson as a self-interested empire builder, which is probably true and which adds to Jackson’s more complete portrait.

His recent comments about wanting to hack off Obama’s nuts add to picture of imperfection, which in some ways is refreshingly honest by unmasking Jackson’s id.

Today’s news of Jackson referring to blacks as niggers almost seals the deal, especially in light of Jackson’s career of protestations.

It’s not that Jackson shouldn’t be expected to be perfect. It’s that Jackson, while being recently exposed for his more egregious faults, would be well-served to keep his mouth shut.

His apology yesterday should be followed with a long bout of silence. He will otherwise fall victim to the principle of “the higher the pedestal, the harder they fall.”