Saturday, October 18, 2014

Chicken Soup revisits bully enabler extraordinaire Kim Lockwood...

There's been an increase in the number of visits to my post about Kim Lockwood, the criminally incompetent middle school assistant principal featured in the documentary "Bully."  I wasn't sure why until I was channel surfing the other night and came across...the documentary "Bully."

Since 4/20/2013 when I originally posted about Kim Lockwood a.k.a. the bully enabler there have been a total of 4069 viewers to her post.  I know...that's not a lot, but considering the fact that this is not a heavily visited weblog it's pretty good.  And it's far more than most of my other posts.

As always...

No one who is civilized enough to have earned the right to complain about terrorism would be caught dead enabling a bully or blaming its victim.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Chicken Soup detects a slight glimmer of hope for American society...

I attack bullies here but what this weblog is really about is bully enablers and the sense of legitimacy they provide for domestic terrorists, serial killers, mass murderers, and other similar characters.  Nothing helps the next Timothy McVeigh sleep at night more than beautiful women who whore themselves to the most violent asshole in the room and individuals who blame His Majesty's cruelty and violence on the victim.


There may be a slight...ever so slight glimmer of hope for the American public.

You all remember how Richie Incognito the 320 pound sociopath treated his teammate Jonathan Martin?  The usual result is for the bully to be deified as the ultimate example of the American male while the victim is scorned and ostracized.

It didn't turn out that way on this one occasion.

Jonathan Martin is an offensive lineman for the San Francisco 49ers (look for the big 71 on his jersey) and presumably being paid an awful lot more than most of us.

Richie Incognito is...well...where did he end up?

It appears that General Managers are avoiding him, hopefully because they feel that the fans are starting to get the message that asshole is neither an achievement nor a mental illness.

One can hope...

Friday, October 3, 2014

Chicken Soup with the Ferguson Kool-Aid drinkers...

This post isn't my usual bashing of sociopath enablers, but it's close...

I held off writing about Ferguson until everyone had the opportunity to swill their fill of Al Sharpton's and MLK III's favorite beverage.

Let's begin with the general situation:

Our two term President of the United States is a black man.
George W. Bush's secretary of state was a black woman.
His chairman of the joint chiefs was a black man.
My primary care physician is a black man.
Black men and women are mayors, senators, and congressmen.
America has black astronauts, scientists, engineers, attorneys, lobbyists, corporate executives, fighter pilots, and admirals.

None of these people are paper thin minority hires.  They all sought higher education and earned what they now have.

When I watch movies and television shows I see black characters in positions of authority performing complex tasks competently.  Anyone born after 1980 has been saturated with positive images of black characters.  Unlike when I was a child, it is now normal for the public to think of black people as equals.

The claim that you are poor because you're black isn't just's absolutely ludicrous.

Now let's move on to Ferguson:

A large, physically powerful young man named Michael Brown (not a baby, not a boy, a man) was videotaped robbing a store and using his physical size to threaten and intimidate a scrawny looking store clerk.  Be aware of what Mr. Brown was really doing.  He wasn't just stealing some cheap cigars.  He was sending a clear message to the victim that he can walk in and take anything he wants whenever he wants.  Establishing the right to take from others was his real crime.  And the fact that he committed this crime in front of a video camera indicates that he was sending another message to all past and future victims.

Go ahead and call the cops bitch.  I'll make an example of you when I come back.

A few minutes after demonstrating his character in front of the whole world he attacked a police officer and attempted to take his weapon.  Fortunately for all of his past and future victims his attempt failed spectacularly.

Shortly after that the Al Sharpton/MLK III Traveling Circus rolled into town and began handing out tall, cool glasses of Kool-Aid to anyone dumb enough to accept a drink.  The rabble rousing began in earnest.  Blacks were reminded again and again that their lack of success in life, indeed every ache and pain, every case of the sniffles, every broken shoelace they've ever experienced was the result of white people conspiring to make their lives difficult.  One news broadcast included a clip of MLK III thinly calling for the murder of a police officer by saying that he did not believe in the death penalty, but if he did he would certainly apply it to the officer who murdered Michael Brown.  Martin Luther King Jr. must be rolling over in his grave as his son so blithely demonstrated that the content of a man's character is anything but genetic.  Black criminals poured in from surrounding communities and even from out of state to partake in the looting and burning thinly encouraged by these two racist knuckleheads.  And when all of the smoke and dust clears and no one wants to invest money or write insurance in Ferguson, they'll probably blame that on white racism as well.  The circus rolls on...

Here's the situation as I see it:

If you go into a poor white neighborhood and ask each resident individually why they are poor you'll probably hear a variety of answers.  If you perform the same survey in a poor black neighborhood you'll overwhelmingly be told that they are poor solely due to white racism.  There still exists a universally agreed upon scapegoat long after traditional white on black racism has diminished to the point where the Al Sharpton/MLK III Traveling Circus has to crisscross the country in search of opportunities to manufacture it.  This is called cultural inertia, the tendency to cling to outdated beliefs and ideas long after they no longer serve a purpose.

As I explained in the first section of this post, America has changed enormously in the past half century in terms of the average black man or woman's ability to achieve success.  But that's only a statistical average.  There are large numbers of people who remain poor, don't have any idea how to improve their life, and harbor an enormous amount of resentment.  Poor white people don't have annoying rabble rousers to direct their hatred in a politically desired direction.  Poor black people have the Al Sharpton/MLK III Traveling Circus telling them exactly who to blame.

And they're following that circus and eagerly swilling the Kool-Aid in vast numbers.

Let's be realistic here.  If you are born into poverty regardless of race or color, you're very likely to stay poor.  It isn't racism.  It's just a crippling reality that poor children spend their formative years in the company of adult relatives who are poor and angry about it, neighbors who are poor and angry about it, and classmates who are poor and angry about it.  Rarely is a poor child surrounded by people who consistently demonstrate a healthy respect for learning, education, and self improvement.

Michael Brown died because he was raised in an environment where violence and intimidation are equated with status and success.  He did not die because he was black.  Stop drinking the Kool-Aid.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Chicken Soup with Adrian Peterson and one...sick...bitch...

The world's terrorists can sleep a little more soundly and enjoy a guilt free conscience after learning that millions of American football fans are perfectly fine with a 220 pound sociopath brutalizing a four year old with a stick.  In fact some Americans are such sick fucks they think the idea of a large, powerful man torturing a small child is amusing and a cause for celebration.


Just imagine the thrill of power Adrian Peterson must have felt administering blow after blow.  Nothing says manliness like torturing a smaller, weaker victim.  Hey Adrian...did you get your secret hard-on while listening to a helpless child screaming in pain?  I'm sure you did.  What a rush it must have been.  After all, that's what your parents did to you and look how wonderful you turned out.

Adrian Peterson offers a relatively standard textbook excuse for child abuse.  His was tortured by his parents, so he's going to torture his children.

Brilliant defense Adrian.

A parent's job description can be stated in one simple sentence.  Your job is to transform an infant member of a violent, predatory species into a civilized young adult, preferably by consistent role modeling.

Fail in your job and you may produce a Ray Rice, Ryan Tucker, or Adrian Peterson.  Or you may produce a sadistic fuck who instills a homicidal rage in other people's children.

Columbine jock anyone?

Fear not sports fans.  Ray Rice and Adrian Peterson will miss a few games and lose a little money, but they'll both be thrilling audiences with orchestrated violence once again.  Roger Goodell and all those filthy rich team owners know that the ticket buying public doesn't give a rat's ass about the safety of violent crime victims.  The American public speaks with their wallets.  And their wallets say that victims...don't...matter.

And that's Chicken Soup for the Terrorist Soul.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Chicken Soup with Fifty Shades of Ray...Rice

The world of football just keeps churning them out.

When Janay Palmer married her batterer Ray Rice I immediately assumed it was a financial decision.  People put up with all kinds of abuse in order to keep their jobs and her job is to be the wife of a professional athlete.  Losing that job would probably mean she'd have to get a normal job, a job that offers an anemic hourly wage, long hours, and a complete absence of opportunity for advancement. so many victims of abuse who came before her she decided to keep her glamorous high paying job as a professional athlete's wife, even if it kills her.

Then I ran across this article.

I bet you enjoyed reading that.

LaTonya Jones is described as a survivor of violent abuse yet she still proudly supports Ray Rice, a man who in my opinion belongs in prison.

So what's the deal with women who idolize violent sociopaths?

Are they jealous of Janay Palmer?  Do they harbor a secret desire to be Fifty Shades of Ray's submissive love slave?

Or is it simpler than that?  Is it what I've been writing about for years?

Football fans are sociopaths who blithely leave no doubt in the minds of terrorists, serial killers, and mass murderers that victims of violent

Keep it up sports fans.  The world's blood thirsty killers hunger for more of that hot, steaming Chicken Soup for the Terrorist Soul.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Chicken Soup with The Terminator...

After the Jared Remy case hit the news I found a comment in a newspaper article, a comment I've heard or read many times before expressing the frustration that law enforcement personnel feel when they attempt to prosecute violent abusers.  They work their tails off to build a case that will put King Roid Monkey in prison for many years, only to have the victim show up, drop the charges with some variation of the excuse that he's really not that bad, and then wind up either being killed or having to call the police again.

Consider the following quote from the movie, "The Terminator."  Soldier from the future Kyle Reese is being interviewed at the police station:

"You still don't get it, do you?  He'll find her.  That's what he does! That's all he does!  You can't stop him!"

Earlier in the movie Kyle Reese explains to Sarah Connor what she's up against:

"Listen and understand.  That terminator is out there.  It can't be bargained with.  It can't be reasoned with.  It doesn't feel pity, remorse or fear.  And it absolutely will not stop, ever,  until you are dead."

The Terminator was fiction of course, but it reflects the reality of how abusers like Jared Remy think and behave.  And Aaarnold was the perfect individual to play the role.  He was huge, physically powerful, and utterly focused, to the exclusion of all else on his task.  It is not unusual for America's ample stock of Jared Remy's, much like The Terminator to literally be willing to sacrifice their own existence, and that of anyone who gets in the way in order to prevent someone like Jennifer Martel from escaping their control.

These men are not mentally ill.  There's no excuse for what they and their enablers (Helloooo RemDaaaaawg!!) do.  They're just assholes, and asshole is not a mental illness.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Chicken Soup offers some training advice...

For those of you who insist on training the next Eric Harris or Dylan Klebold it's important to remember that the most critical element of producing a domestic terrorist is to establish a general relationship between the trainee and the rest of American society founded upon fear and hatred.

This is best accomplished by showering those who are cruel and violent toward the trainee with positive attention.  Award them with athletic scholarships, expensive, hyper-masculine automobiles, and of course...lavish sexual favors from enthusiastic social climbers.  Blaming cruelty on the victim is also important.

It's also important to remember that the production of a domestic terrorist by this method is a probabilistic process much like producing an alcohol related traffic fatality.  You'll need to reward a large number of cocky, violent sociopaths and blame a lot of victims before being rewarded with a media worthy final product.

Good luck folks.