Save the hitting for the field

Well, bless their hearts, they just can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves.

That’s the polite way of saying that the ever-growing list of allegedly abusive NFL players need to find more productive uses for their hands other than beating people before one of their victims decides to fight back and go all Burning Bed on them like Francine Hughes did her husband Mickey in 1977 after suffering through 13 years of domestic violence at his hands.

But that’s about as nice a way for me to put it without spewing a stream of obscenities because, believe me, I can think of plenty right now that would pin your ears back in all of their nasty eloquence.

Some cases do reach that extreme, though, when the victims decide they’ve had enough of being knocked around day after day after day.

In Francine Hughes’ case, she ushered her kids out of their house, poured gasoline around the bed in which her husband was sleeping and — once the home was engulfed in flames — drove to her local police station in Michigan to confess what she’d done. She later was found not guilty by reason of temporary insanity for killing her husband.

I’m not at all condoning what she did — you’re damn right it’s wrong — merely pointing out just how vicious the cycle of abuse can be when victims see no other way out.

But when a victim’s abuser is a professional football player, the NFL’s sneaky ‘sweep-it-under-the-rug’ policies and ridiculously comedic ‘timeout’ types of punishments have served the league well in protecting its precious image for who knows how long.

Until recently, that is, when celebrity news Web site TMZ on Sept. 8 released a video of former Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice clocking then-fiancé Janay Palmer earlier this year. The NFL claimed it never saw the tape because it wasn’t made available to the league by law enforcement, but several reliable sources have stated otherwise. Rice originally was suspended for two games until that video went public, and we all know what happened afterward. If you don’t, you must be living under a rock in the middle of nowhere.

I’m betting we’ll never hear the proverbial swishing of THAT particular NFL broom again.

Still, all I can do at this point is shake my head.

Especially when news broke Wednesday of yet another player being arrested on domestic violence charges among the NFL’s quickly tarnishing ranks.

Arizona Cardinals backup running back Jonathan Dwyer is the fifth player that we’ve learned about in the past 11 days alleged to have committed acts of violence or been convicted of it in recent months. Dwyer was pulled from practice for police questioning and subsequently arrested on several charges, including aggravated assault causing a fracture, aggravated assault involving a minor, criminal damage and preventing the use of a phone in an emergency (meaning he kept his victim from calling 911).

These charges stem from two alleged domestic violence incidents that occurred at Dwyer’s home in July, involving his wife and their now 18-month-old son. His wife came forward to give Phoenix police information about her injuries, as well as text messages, this past week despite moving out of state with their son at an earlier unknown date following the events of July.

Good for her for not having the “out of sight, out of mind” mentality. Who knows? Perhaps seeing the video of Ray Rice punching now-wife Janay Palmer Rice into unconsciousness gave her the courage she needed to break her silence. I could be wrong, but I’d like to think some good has come out of something so horrifying.

Dwyer, meanwhile, joins the disgraced likes of Minnesota Vikings running back Adrian Peterson (child abuse charges), Carolina Panthers defensive end Greg Hardy (convicted on two counts of domestic violence), San Francisco 49ers defensive end Ray McDonald (currently under investigation for domestic violence allegations) and Rice (wag of the finger, er, pretrial diversion program for punching out a woman he professes to love).

I don’t know about you, but that’s one team I won’t ever be rooting for — on OR off the gridiron.

Dwyer has been deactivated, Peterson and Hardy still are raking in their millions after being placed on the NFL’s exempt/commissioner’s permission list until their legal issues are resolved, Rice is jobless — for now — and McDonald still is playing. Also for now. I got a good laugh after learning that the NFL Player Personnel Policy Manual describes the league’s exempt list as — and I quote — “special player status available to clubs only in unusual circumstances.”

Did you roll on the floor laughing your ass off like I just did? I thought you’d get a kick out of that.

Seems to me — sadly enough — that there’s nothing at all unusual about these kinds of circumstances in the NFL anymore.

C’mon, guys, smarten up. Save the “hitting” for the football field.


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?

Leaving isn’t that simple

I told you so.

Some relish taunting others with those four words, holding them over a person’s head like a morsel of food just out of a starving dog’s leaping reach.

Their cruelty grates, so I will not say them.

Deep down, I wished for all the world that my line of thinking was wrong.

While society tends to swallow lie after lie on the Internet or in a news industry that has little to do with true journalism anymore and still is so naive as to believe in the good of men, I became a cynic at such a young age because I learned early on of the evil for which these same men are capable.

Know what’s even worse? When you know the truth and still do nothing about it, instead opting to sweep all that evil under a rug like it doesn’t exist.

That’s what the NFL, the Baltimore Ravens and even the Atlantic County prosecutor’s office did to domestic violence victim Janay Palmer Rice.

Every last one of them failed her in varying degrees.

I don’t care that she married former Ravens running back Ray Rice and continues to defend a pathetic excuse of a man who beats her, I don’t care about the color of her skin because domestic violence doesn’t discriminate against a human being’s race or ethnicity and I don’t care about money or lack thereof because NONE of those things make abuse OK.

This latest case involving Minnesota Vikings running back Adrian Peterson “allegedly” beating his 4-year-old son with a switch or tree branch or whatever you want to call it 10 to 15 times, to use his words — probably more because he admitted he doesn’t keep count when he administers “whoopings” to his kids — and possibly using an extension cord on him in another instance just drives home the point I’m trying to make about abuse in its many forms.

An abuser has the kind of controlling hold over a victim that you couldn’t possibly even begin to understand or imagine in your worst nightmares unless you experienced it firsthand and believe me, I wouldn’t wish that hellish experience on my worst enemy.

They control all aspects of the victims’ lives, from money all the way down to, say, the clothes they wear every day. It’s like walking through a minefield, all the while knowing that they’re going to set their abusers off no matter what they say or do … or don’t say or do.

It takes unimaginable courage to break the cycle and leave. Many never do. It requires money, support and, yes, even planning to go along with that courage.

And, perhaps most of all, it not only requires SOMEONE, ANYONE to believe you — to believe IN you — but for YOU to believe in yourself.

Although we don’t know about every facet of Janay Palmer Rice’s life, I can try to help you better understand from a victim’s standpoint by telling you about parts of mine.

As a child, I couldn’t just up and leave because there was nowhere else for me TO go. I was trapped, like Peterson’s little boy. We didn’t have any power or control over our abusers, just like Janay Palmer Rice doesn’t have any over hers.

No one believed me, or believed in me after my young stepmother — who always has loved me as if I were her own but couldn’t legally adopt me or handle the financial burden of both my younger half brother and I because my father made sure she couldn’t — finally had enough and left him when I was 7… until a man named Billy Wright came along when I was 13 years old.

Billy was my biological father’s partner from 1985-91, and when he came to live with us, I finally had another champion who did his best to shield me from my abuser. He was the loving dad my father should have been, but never was to me.

Still, it took me 21 years and three days to finally walk away from my father for keeps on April 30, 1992.

My father stopped slapping me around and beating me on my bare legs with his belt after chasing me out of the house on my 12th birthday when we were living in the Philippines in 1983. I ran straight to a friend’s house, where I stayed for three days until I called to tell my father I was sorry for, well, existing.

You see, I was always sorry. He made damn sure of it.

I was sorry for being born, I was sorry for being an unwanted burden, I was sorry I wasn’t smart like him, I was sorry he thought I was fat and ugly, and I was most sorry for trying and failing miserably to earn the love that he should have given me freely as my father but never did.

And he held it all over my head, like that starving dog leaping for that morsel of food just out of its reach.

It was all a game to him, and I was just another pawn to be used.

I had to earn my keep from an early age, doing all the housework when I was 7 years old up until the time I left for good. When I wasn’t doing that, I was scrounging for food from our neighbors since all we ever seemed to have in the house was an endless supply of his booze and cigarettes.

And when he wasn’t making my life miserable, he was always fighting with my older brother. It was a constant war zone in our house, but that was the norm.

It took me a long time before I figured out that there was nothing normal about my home life.

Things were no better outside of it, either.

The kids at school made fun of me, bullied me, ostracized me. All I ever sought was some basic human kindness, and I couldn’t even get that in the world outside my home.

I had no voice, and I was cut off from the support system my stepmother had always been to me.

I was alone. ALL alone.

And I wanted to die, even tried to kill myself with a butter knife when I was 7.

Laugh all you want, but I was hellbent on going through with it. The only thing that inadvertently saved me that day was when my older brother accidentally discharged my father’s shotgun in the bedroom next to the bathroom, where I had holed up with the butter knife pointed at my chest trying to go through with it as I sat against the door.

Instead, I emerged from the bathroom to discover that the gun had fired because my father left the safety off.

Funny how things work out sometimes, huh?

From that point onward, I went into survival mode and always tried to laugh off the pain that was my everyday life.

There were those who called me a “savage” because I didn’t know any other way to be after my father dumped my older brother and I off at a children’s home in Alabama for 16 months when I was 9, so I sank deeper into myself. There still was another who used to enjoy chanting “you ain’t got no friends” to me every single day on the school bus several years later and got a bunch of the other kids to join in on the fun he had at my expense.

I was an easy target because I was a loner who wore threadbare, outdated, hand-me-down clothes, so I found ways to steer clear of the playground and cafeteria because I never had money for lunch or much food at home to make my own, anyway, until Billy came into the picture. I always hid out in the bathroom or the library to read in middle school and the band room in high school. It wasn’t until my sophomore year that I actually came out of my shell and mustered up enough guts to sit with a table of friends at lunch.

I eventually learned to hide the hurt behind the “savage” the other kids at the children’s home had deemed me, but every cruel word and action cut me all the way to my soul.

I also learned not to show any weakness to a father who thrived on ripping my self-esteem to shreds and to rely only on myself as the years went by and he eventually ran Billy off when their relationship went into the crapper because nothing ever was quite good enough to keep the old bastard happy for long.

Unless he was making fun of me. And boy, was he ever a pro at that.

The shit of it was that no one ever saw anything wrong with that, except Billy and I.

Eventually, it was through the kindness of two roommates that I was able to get out of there. They moved out of our condo at the end of the month, that April in 1992, and told me they weren’t going to leave me at his mercy.

So I left with them, and that was that.

Victims very seldom get happy endings, though.

All I’m asking is that you don’t pass judgment on them for staying when leaving isn’t as simple as you may think.

Just when we thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse …

Here we go again.

I’m beginning to wonder if it’s ever going to end.

It’s bad enough that there are past and present NFL players who are alleged murderers (and another who obstructed a homicide investigation) and rapists, wife beaters, dog killers, bullies, drug abusers and alcoholics, among other terrible things.

Now, we get to add a child abuser to that list of shame, although I’m positive there are other kids who have been and are being beaten because this IS the NFL we’re talking about, where — apparently — it’s case after case of ANYTHING GOES.

Is nothing sacred anymore?!

Those of us who are rabid fans (myself included) root for and against these guys on Sundays, Mondays and yes, even Thursdays. Lately, however, there has been little to cheer about ON the field because of what continues to go on and on and on OFF of it.

By now, we’ve all seen the video aired by TMZ on Monday of former Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice punching his then-fiance Janay Palmer Rice out cold in an elevator of a New Jersey casino — which recently went out of business — back in February.

The NFL initially had suspended Rice for two games until the whole world watched the video that few had been privy to in its entirety up until Monday. The only version we saw prior to that was of him dragging her unconscious body out of the elevator. The Ravens swiftly terminated his contract and the NFL subsequently suspended him indefinitely Monday.

Interestingly enough, Carolina Panthers defensive end Greg Hardy, who has been convicted on two counts of domestic violence, and San Francisco 49ers defensive end Ray McDonald, who is being investigated for abuse allegations, still are playing.

A mere four days later — Friday — we found out Minnesota Vikings running back Adrian Peterson has been charged for injury to a child — his 4-year-old son — after being indicted by a Montgomery County, Texas, grand jury on Thursday. A warrant has been issued for his arrest, obviously, and the Vikes deactivated him for their game against the New England Patriots on Sunday.

I was devastated by the pictures that I saw of his child posted on Facebook. It reminded me way too much of a child-abuse case I covered during my short-lived days as a cops and courts reporter many moons ago, and resulted in me abruptly quitting because I just couldn’t handle the horror of it. My heart breaks for him. And no, I’m not going to share the photos because I think that little boy has suffered enough at the hands of his own father.

You’d think Peterson would know better after his 2-year-old son that he only knew about for a few weeks but never met died Oct. 11, 2013, after succumbing to injuries he allegedly sustained at the hands of Joseph Robert Patterson, the mother’s boyfriend at the time. Patterson was charged with second-degree murder, first-degree manslaughter, aggravated battery of an infant and abuse or cruelty of a minor and since has been arrested again after allegedly kidnapping and assaulting the boy’s mother in June while he was out on bond.

Peterson, meanwhile, allegedly used a switch/tree branch and possibly an extension cord of some sort on two separate occasions in May that left cuts and bruises on his child’s back, bum, legs, ankles and even his scrotum, as well as defensive wounds on his hands. To paraphrase what he told law enforcement, he admitted to hitting his son 10 to 15 times with the switch, but was unsure of the exact number because he said he doesn’t keep count when he’s doling out physical punishment to his children. Now, take into consideration that Peterson also is far stronger than the average adult male.

Let that sink in for a moment.

There’s a difference between discipline and abuse, and Peterson crossed the line. Simple as that.

There’s more to the story, though. Much more. But I’ll let you read it for yourselves.

UPDATED: EXCLUSIVE Details On Adrian Peterson Indictment Charges

I’ll be the first to admit that I spank my son on his bum when timeout and taking his privileges away don’t work, however, I only use my hand. There’s a HUGE difference between a simple spanking and an outright beating. Criticize me all you want, but I’m not going to let him run wild and be disrespectful like the majority of kids nowadays. We ARE their parents, after all, and it is our duty to set boundaries and guidelines for them to follow.

Disciplining them doesn’t mean we love them any less. If I didn’t love my son, I wouldn’t give a damn what he said or did. But I do, and he knows it because I tell him often. Just like I’ve told him there is a consequence for every action, be it good or bad. We have a lot of “talks,” which I think is most important because people do so little of it in this very “unsocial” age of technology in which people have minimal or no actual human interaction whatsoever as a result of all the screens they shove in their faces 24/7.

And believe me when I say that there are plenty of parents out there who COULD care less.

But I digress …

Anyway, as a kid, I had wooden spoons and switches used on my bum and often got my father’s belt to my bare legs, not to mention more than my fair share of stinging slaps across the face that were so hard they brought tears to my eyes. But just because all those things were done to me doesn’t mean I think it’s OK to do it to my own child. There are some lines you just don’t cross.

It will be interesting to see how the NFL reacts to this newest blight on its rapidly tarnishing image after dropping the ball in the Ray Rice case and denying that it had seen the tape in its entirety, despite reports stating law enforcement did, indeed, send it to a league executive back in April.

Everyone failed Janay Palmer Rice, especially the NFL for trying to sweep it under the rug to protect its craptastic image. The only silver lining for her right now is that the public scrutiny she has been subjected to all week long suddenly has shifted, for the most part, to Peterson and, unfortunately, his son.

Fingers crossed that they get it right this time, that a 4-year-old boy gets justice and that the NFL scraps all of its laughable punishments for an across-the-board “NO TOLERANCE” policy that will rid the league of all the shit that’s stinking it up.

NFL drops the ball yet again

Rampant stupidity.

We see it everywhere, sad to say.

Wal-Mart customers rip open packages of underwear and socks because, y’know, they think they’re going to somehow look different from the pictures quite clearly displayed on them.

Um, DUH.

This same idiotic reasoning apparently also applies to the NFL and the Baltimore Ravens for failing domestic violence victim Janay Palmer at the abusive hands of former running back Ray Rice because, y’know, his reportedly ‘unsugarcoated’ account of the events that transpired in an Atlantic City casino Feb. 15 weren’t graphic enough already.

They apparently needed to SEE it to fucking believe it — hell, to fucking GET it.

Yes, people, THIS is what domestic violence looks like!

I like to think that society can’t possibly be THAT fucking moronic, but NOOO! The NFL and teams such as the Ravens and Miami Dolphins (I’m alluding to former lineman Richie Incognito’s relentless bullying of then-teammate Jonathan Martin) have to go and prove me wrong by fumbling through two explosive situations so badly in the past year alone that there is no possible way for them to recover, much less protect the victims, unfortunately.

Yes, I know there are many other cases and examples because — as much as it pisses me off to HAVE to even admit this — it’s been happening since the beginning of time.

But THAT isn’t what THIS is about entirely. No siree.

It IS about TMZ on Monday releasing Revel Casino’s disturbingly graphic video footage it somehow acquired of Rice knocking out then-girlfriend/fiancé Palmer in an elevator for all the world to see. Whether it was from the force of his punch to her head or the fact that he belted her so fucking brutally that she hit her head on the metal bars protruding from the elevator walls, she dropped to the floor like a lifeless ragdoll.

It also appears, from what I could ascertain with my own two eyes from the grainy footage, that he spit in her eye mere seconds before his attack and then did it again as she lay on the floor unconscious. You can see her going off on him just before his knockout punch. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t take too kindly to anyone spitting on me.

Afterward, he nonchalantly dragged her out of the elevator as if what he had done was no big deal — which tells me that more than likely wasn’t the first time he hit her — until what I’m guessing is a member of casino security met him outside the doors. At least SOMEONE intervened quickly while that bastard stood in the hallway looking like a useless scumbag with no care in the world as she gradually regained consciousness — albeit AFTER he shook her and unceremoniously moved her limp body — but remained sitting in front of the elevator doors in what was, no doubt, one hell of a daze.

I sure bet he cares now that he has no job.

My big, fat burning question, however, is HOW on EARTH could the NFL and Ravens have NOT seen that second video before Monday, as they’ve claimed?! This IS the age of technology, after all, so there’s no excuse for them not to have had access to that video. Especially since TMZ found a way to get its hands on it, at that.

Moreover, several sources have stated that they, in fact, DID see the tape before Rice’s initial two-game suspension.

And yet, they acted as if they, indeed, had not. In a statement this week, the NFL relayed that it had requested law enforcement to provide all of the details from the case, but the video never was made available.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but that shit explanation positively REEKS. I mean, COME ON, do they think we were all born yesterday?! HELLO?!

Case in point: NFL commissioner Roger Goodell all but admitted as much when he wrote, and I quote, “I didn’t get it right,” in an August letter addressed to team owners when he only suspended Rice for two games several months after the first video aired of him dragging Palmer out of the elevator. Let me just reiterate that this was BEFORE TMZ showed the second video Monday of him connecting with her head with his left hook.

Boy, was that ever an understatement on Goodell’s part. And boy, did that initial kiddie timeout type of punishment handed down by Goodell himself most certainly NOT fit the crime.

Both parties were forced to take swift action … THEN. The Ravens hastily said buh-bye to Rice and Goodell subsequently suspended him indefinitely. Better late than never, I suppose.

Hell, what else COULD they do?! They had to save face somehow.

Still, it’s just another case of too little, too late.

Even after the NFL announced stricter domestic violence policies in late August, right about the same time Goodell wrote that letter to all of the team owners, it’s STILL not enough.

Fuck that shit! Stricter policies, my ass! How about NO TOLERANCE?!

I also think Goodell should go one step further and resign, but he’s too much of a narcissist to do us all THAT big of a favor.

And yes, I also know that Palmer still went ahead and married that piece of shit … one damned day AFTER he was indicted on a felony charge of third-degree aggravated assault by an Atlantic County grand jury March 27.

The laughable part in this clusterfuck lack of justice for Palmer is that the Atlantic County prosecutor’s office agreed to a pretrial diversion program for Rice that mandates counseling, employment and — surprise, surprise — staying on the right side of the law. The charges will be dismissed if he finishes the program — which lasts for all of a whopping 12 months — AND he can get his record expunged by appealing to the Atlantic County Superior Court afterward.

In other words, that paragon of society — yep, that’s sarcasm — got a meager slap on the wrist.

Don’t you just love happy endings?!

Yep, you guessed right again: More sarcasm.

If it were any Joe Schmo from around the way, they’d be sent to prison so fast, it’d make their heads spin.

Snarky remarks aside, are any of you wondering what’s going to happen now, since Mr. Personality no longer has that precious job required by the pretrial diversion program he applied to May 1 after the Ravens showed him the door Monday?

Will he go to trial, after all, and face a possible three- to five-year prison sentence and a fine of up to $15,000 as the Atlantic County prosecutor’s office originally had intended? Or does he STILL get off lightly because he’s a football star — sorry, WAS a football star — with tons of money to throw at defense attorneys to get him off any way possible?

My educated guess would be the latter.

And what about Janay Palmer Rice, who has a young daughter — Rayven — with that GENTLEMAN of a husband of hers?!

Having to relive those moments in that elevator had to be devastating for her. She’s the real victim in all of this. She has no anonymity to shield her from all the scrutiny of an unwanted world stage that has been thrust upon her. The other victim is their little girl, who eventually will see the truth for herself one day when she discovers that her daddy is a monster.

You can argue about why Palmer married that shitbag after the fact until you’re blue in the face or say she’s a dumbass for defending his shocking actions, but that doesn’t mean she’s a gold digger or she got what she deserved or she asked for it simply because there are those who think Rice bought and paid for her.

Do you think it’s OK for someone to beat a hooker simply because they paid up front for the sex? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT!

Abuse is abuse. PERIOD.

Believe me, I’ve heard it all over the past few days, and the lack of humanity among some people and their inflated senses of self entitlement is alarming.

NO ONE deserves to be abused in ANY way. EVER. End of story.

I cannot emphasize that point enough.

It never ceases to amaze me how truly inhumane society has become. She’s a human being with feelings. Just like you and I. Please, if nothing else, try to remember that.

As a victim, you feel terrified, trapped, ashamed, worthless, hopeless. I realize leaving an abusive relationship ASAP is the obvious solution, but it’s not even remotely as easy as you may think it is to get the hell on up out of there. Go ahead, ask me how I know.

Let me go one step further and ask you this: What if it had been YOUR daughter?


Maybe NOW you’re starting to GET it.

The prosecutor’s office, the NFL, the Ravens — hell, make that ANYONE who prevented victim Janay Palmer Rice from getting any justice at all — dropped the ball on this one. BIG TIME.

I cry unconstitutional!

The U.S. Constitution apparently means fuck all.

I kept mum on this issue for as long as I could because I generally don’t discuss or involve myself in politics in any way for any reason, but I’m beyond fed up, disgusted, disillusioned — whatever you want to call it.

It’s just … WRONG.

The U.S. Patent and Trademark Office on Wednesday canceled the Washington Redskins’ trademark registration following the Trademark Trial and Appeal Board’s 99-page decision that the NFL team’s name and logo are — and this is for all those politically correct fuckers who think it’s OK to piss all over someone else’s constitutional rights when it suits their goddamned causes — offensive. I won’t say to whom because there apparently is no right way to say it without someone getting offended and that is not at all what this is about, but I will get to the point I’m attempting to make if you will just bear with me.

For those of you who live in caves or under rocks and are completely oblivious or just plain impervious to this ongoing pile of politically correct “do the right thing” bullshit, this means that any John or Jane Doe can make and sell merchandise previously protected under trademark law. The PC assholes have resorted to strong-arm tactics to pressure Redskins owner Dan Snyder and NFL commissioner Roger Goodell to change the franchise’s name, knowing good and well this power play possibly could cost the team and league quite heavily in the revenue department.

That said, it doesn’t mean that Snyder has to change the name. In fact, I’m sure the whole matter will be tied up in appeals for the next gazillion or so years.

But that’s only scratching the surface of something far more sinister than having a pissing contest over a name.

I get that people are offended by the name — I mean that in all sincerity because I in no way condone it myself — but you cannot take away a man’s rights simply because he won’t cowed by your demands. Don’t buy his shit and don’t attend/watch his team’s games. Problem solved, simple as that.

And yet, we always make everything harder than it has to be.

What this decision does is open the door for anyone to take away your rights on a fucking whim. And THAT alone terrifies me because I was always under the impression that the United States of America was a democracy and that ALL of its citizens were granted constitutional rights. Or am I incorrect in my thinking?

Yeah. I didn’t think so.

How would you feel if someone revoked your copyright privileges because they don’t like the subject matter/language/genre of your books or — GASP — because they hate your writing style, period?! Are you starting to get it now? THIS most definitely is NOT OK. So what makes it OK to do it to Snyder? Exactly. It’s NEVER OK when someone strips you of your constitutional rights, and that’s exactly what these fucktards are trying to do to Snyder.

Hey! I’ve got a brilliant idea! Maybe we should just change our name to the Divided States of America, scrap the Constitution, Bill of Rights and Declaration of Independence and become Russia’s bitch. I bet good ole Vlady Putin wouldn’t have a problem with that, although I’m pretty sure he already considers our laughable country his bitch. And if he doesn’t want us as his bitch, we can always go sniveling to North Korea.

This is tyranny at its very worst, people! Wake the fuck up!

We allow anyone in our country to burn our national flag because it’s their constitutional right to do so, but people are going to vilify one man and take away from his earnings because he refuses to bend to PC wills to change a simple name?! Are you fucking kidding me?! What’s wrong with this picture?!

Then again, we already live in a country that frowns on prayer and disciplining children. And still people walk around in a daze wondering what went wrong with our country. Seriously?!

Are there not more pressing issues to address like, oh, I dunno, a recession that seemingly has no end? An out-of-control national deficit? Unemployment? A skewed healthcare system? People living the “high” life on welfare? Illegal immigration? Just a few suggestions, mind you. Not that I claim to be a genius or anything.


The most important matter apparently facing our country is getting the Washington Redskins to change their name by any means necessary, to quote the phrase coined by Jean-Paul Sartre in his play Dirty Hands that was made famous in a speech by human rights activist Malcolm X. Does this not seem trivial in comparison to anyone else other than me?! Do the self-absorbed PCs even realize how stupid and petty they are for so single-mindedly focusing on THIS instead of actually doing something beneficial that could help the millions of hardworking Americans who are struggling to make ends meet every single damn day?!

You bet your ass I cry unconstitutional!

And this is only the beginning. Don’t come crying to me when you no longer have any rights. That day is coming. Mark my words.

Sometimes, the good guy does win

Jonathan Martin got what he deserved.

Well, for the most part, anyway.

He has a second chance — a fresh start, if you will — to work and play in a safe environment under a head coach with whom he has a healthy past history from his college days.

Sometimes, the good guy does win. Sometimes, good things happen to good people. Sometimes, nice guys don’t finish last.

Martin was traded to the San Francisco 49ers for a conditional draft pick Tuesday. As part of the deal, the Miami Dolphins — Martin’s former team — will receive a seventh-round draft pick in 2015 if he makes the 49ers’ opening 53-man roster.

He tweeted on Twitter that he had “big news,” that he felt “beyond blessed,” that “opportunities are few in the NFL” and that he “can’t wait to get to work” with his new team.

It’s a rebirth of sorts for the youngster, who has endured the kind of treatment at the hands of former teammates from which we all wish we could shield our children. His is a story that will break your heart even if you aren’t a parent. He could be your brother, cousin, nephew, friend — anyone.

The 24-year-old offensive lineman, who played for current 49ers head coach Jim Harbaugh at Stanford University, was the victim of bullying at the hands of three teammates while a member of the Dolphins from 2012-13, according to the findings of the intensive 144-page Report to the National Football League Concerning Issues of Workplace Conduct at the Miami Dolphins by Paul, Weiss, Rifkind, Wharton & Garrison LLP.

Ringleader Richie Incognito and his two main cronies, John Jerry and Mike Pouncey, subjected Martin, at least one other offensive lineman and an assistant trainer to blatantly racist, vile, inhumane comments and treatment that included, among other things, inappropriate touching, on an everyday basis inside and outside of the work environment.

What I want to know is why all three of those thugs aren’t behind bars, when, in reality, I already know the answer: Professional athletes, celebrities, whatever you choose to call them rarely get their just desserts when they — AHEM — behave badly. In the real world, we call it breaking the law, and we would be fired and most likely criminally charged for such horrific behavior.

In my book, no one is above the law.

I was ready to rip into Incognito, Jerry and Pouncey as soon as I had calmed down enough after reading the aforementioned report, but I think the thing speaks for itself. The entire world can see firsthand what worthless pieces of garbage these monsters truly are since the report was made public in February. It is my hope that none of them ever will play another down of football at the very least, but that more than likely is wishful thinking on my part.

As it is, the Dolphins fired offensive line coach Jim Turner and head athletic trainer Kevin O’Neill in February for allowing and contributing to the bullying that wasn’t just limited to Martin. The Dolphins also decided to part ways — albeit mutually — with general manager Jeff Ireland back in January. Ireland had an idea of what was going on, although it is uncertain as to the extent of his knowledge. Incognito — who has brought nothing but trouble to the table everywhere he has played and was suspended indefinitely in 2013 for conduct detrimental to the team — and Jerry are free agents while Pouncey’s place on the Dolphins’ offensive line seems secure for now, according to newly-hired GM Dennis Hickey.

Incognito has come unhinged, much of it publicly, since the report’s release. But I’m not going to taint Martin’s good news by going into specifics. One word: Google.

That said, I’m sure the NFL will discipline the trio of scumbags, but the punishment probably won’t fit their crimes enough to suit me. What they did simply cannot be undone. There’s no turning back the clock, and there sure aren’t enough heartfelt apologies in the entire universe that could be uttered to make it all better. They’ve forever changed the lives of three people — but I’m guessing a LOT more — and whatever the punishment, the victims never will get the justice that they deserve. I can rant about the unfairness, the injustice, the lack of humanity as I have in previous posts, but it won’t change what they did.

Why, you may ask? Why do I even care about what happened to Martin and the others? Why crusade for someone I don’t know? Why, for that matter, did I blast to smithereens those I don’t know for bullying? Why did I do it before knowing all the facts outlined in the report? And how did I know it was all true?

Because I’ve lived it. Because my son, my baby, has lived it. My 8-year-old son.

He was in first grade when it happened. First grade. And I wasn’t there to protect him. We always like to think — no, hope — our kids are safe when they’re at school, but as we all know, they’re not. And I had to try to explain why everyone isn’t a friend to a then-6-year-old who didn’t understand why everyone couldn’t be friends. Why, indeed, can’t we all be friends, or at the very least, just get along and tolerate one another?! It really isn’t that hard.

Two boys in his class he tried so hard to befriend punched him in the stomach, shoved him to the ground and twisted his arms behind his back for shits and giggles. No reason, no provocation, nothing. Just because they could. You know what the school called it? A mistake. An effing mistake. Can you believe that?! Both culprits had their recess privileges revoked for one week, but that was it. Their reactions? One of them cried, but only because he got caught. The other was completely indifferent.

And people wonder why I cannot stomach bullies, regardless of age. Even at 6, they’re old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. You can argue all you want, but it’s a battle you will not win against me. They knew what they did was wrong.

Those same two boys STILL are troubled, STILL are getting sent to the office for similar behavior and STILL have learned nothing because, hey, it’s all just a mistake.

Not in my book. Not by a long shot.

My son is in a different class this year — I made damn sure of that — and he is thriving in his new environment while his previous tormentors flounder in theirs.

Sure, bullies like them always will exist, as much as it turns my stomach. But so will people like me, who won’t let them get away with it, who will champion the victims, who will stand up and say ENOUGH.

I’m just relieved my son came to me right away and told me. Not all endings are as happy.

So here’s to Martin, as he rises like the mythical phoenix and begins anew. And here’s to my young boy for being brave enough to speak up.

Sometimes, the good guy does win. Sometimes, good things happen to good people. Sometimes, nice guys don’t finish last.