Some things, we just don’t need to see
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you don’t pick up on all the sarcasm, don’t bother reading. The sarcasm is purely to make a point. I do not condone violence of any kind, nor do I take joy in others’ pain.
No video? No problem!
Frankly, I don’t even know where to start.
I’m angry, frustrated and just plain mystified.
I’ve turfed lede after lede, unable to figure out how to tackle a theory of mine: If it’s not on video, it can’t possibly be THAT bad.
What I do know is that this isn’t just about the NFL and its seemingly daily police blotter anymore.
It’s much bigger than that.
I realize celebrities are under constant public scrutiny every single time they leave their homes and that living one’s life in a fishbowl may not be fair, but — sorry, folks — it kinda comes with the territory. So suck it up.
I also realize that it’s not at all fair to judge people — and I’m just as guilty as everyone else on the planet in that department — before knowing all the facts.
But when you’ve allegedly — and I say allegedly with the utmost sarcasm — beaten a child so badly that you’ve left cuts and bruises on his back, bum, legs, scrotum and ankles, as well as defensive wounds on his hands, I’m going to call you out on it, Adrian Peterson.
What’s that?! All those brainwashed idiots who insist on believing how much he obviously loves his 4-year-old son and that he never intended to harm him while whooping him with the switch or tree branch or whatever it was he used seriously think they need to see a fucking video for it to be really, really, REALLY REAL and really, really, REALLY BAD?!
Oh, yeah, there isn’t one.
So it’s OK to allow the Minnesota Vikings running back to continue walking around free because, y’know, he’s the face of the franchise and such a stand-up guy, a regular pillar of society. Kids embellish the truth all the time, so why should anyone believe a 4-year-old over his superstar daddy, right?
Pay no heed to the pictures of the boy’s injuries posted all over the Internet. They probably were just airbrushed by law enforcement for shock value anyway.
The mother of yet another one of his children also reported allegations of abuse to Child Protective Services in 2013. The woman alleged that Peterson physically abused her son, but no charges ever were filed, according to news reports.
Pure hogwash. All of it.
Again, no video.
And never mind about another of Peterson’s sons, who died Oct. 11, 2013, after succumbing — allegedly — to injuries at the abusive hands of Joseph Robert Patterson, the boy’s mother’s former boyfriend.
But — thankfully — there’s no video proof of what transpired.
Hospital staff surely must have imagined seeing him fighting to stay alive through all the tears they must have cried trying to save him from what the Bogeyman had done to no avail.
While I’m at it, did you know Patterson was walking around free since the 2-year-old boy’s death in October, until the alleged child murderer recently was arrested after allegedly kidnapping his ex-girlfriend and choking her into unconsciousness back in June?
But, hey, that’s OK, too.
There’s no video of that, either, so she must have stretched the truth because everyone knows how she just loves making headlines playing the double-edged role of the tragic, grieving mother and, now, victim.
Nope, unless we see video proof of it happening, it’s OK to let it slide and allow monsters to walk free among us.
Just like former Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice did — and still does, thanks to a laughable pretrial diversion program that’s more like a wagging finger — when TMZ released a video on Sept. 8 for the entire world to see of him knocking then-fiancé Janay Palmer out cold with a nasty left hook in the elevator of a now-closed New Jersey way back in February.
The Ravens had no choice but to save face and terminate his contract immediately. The NFL quickly followed suit by suspending him indefinitely, instead of just the two games it originally had intended.
It’s almost comical how video proof spurs people into action. We are a voyeuristic lot in this reality TV-esque age of technology, there’s certainly no denying THAT.
But if you take it out of the equation — it’s well worth noting that the NFL had access to that same video in its entirety since April, according to reports — and none of us had seen it, Rice would be playing alongside his former teammates against the Cleveland Browns on Sunday afternoon with mostly no one the wiser.
Even worse, people would have been cheering FOR him.
As it is, Peterson — who was deactivated in the Vikes’ game with the San Francisco 49ers this past weekend — was reinstated for a short time before the team backtracked yet again in the wee hours of this morning and placed him on the NFL’s exempt/commissioner’s permission list until the legal system runs its course. Translated: Benching him gives the NFL a couple of Brownie points toward improving a tarnished image that’s — let’s be frank here — WAY past the point of saving unless we’re talking about firing commissioner Roger Goodell.
Carolina Panthers defensive end Greg Hardy, who was convicted on two counts of domestic violence, played in his team’s season-opening game before being deactivated the following week on the heels of Peterson’s arrest and Rice’s suspension. Again, it looks like it was just another move by the NFL — another late one, at that — to save face because Hardy played in that first game AFTER being convicted.
But, even with a conviction, there was no video to show us what he did, so, y’know, it couldn’t have been THAT bad. And, even with a conviction, it apparently didn’t bother the Panthers one iota to continue to let him play until Peterson and Rice threw a wrench into their gridiron plans.
On the West Coast, meanwhile, 49ers defensive end Ray McDonald, is being investigated for domestic violence after being accused of assaulting his pregnant fiancé and remains on the active roster. He has played in two games thus far this season, but it’ll be interesting to see if his team backtracks and follows the Vikings’ lead.
Do you really need to see video of THAT, too?
I was afraid of that.
Doesn’t it just figure?