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...like 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 crime...simply...do...not...matter.

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