Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.
Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.
So, let’s get something straight on this whole Ray Rice thing.
A video was initially released showing Rice dragging his unconscious wife to the car. Charges were filed, plea deals struck, apologies offered. (Ravens GM) Ozzie Newsome told reporters, “He never lied.” Meaning, the NFL met with Ray Rice and he said, “Yes, I punched my wife in the face.”
He was suspended for two games.
The suspension for a positive marijuana test? Four games.
Suddenly, a new video appeared, showing the actual elevator surveillance footage of Rice hitting his wife. Only after that video was released (by TMZ Sports, no less) did you finally backpedal and suspend Rice indefinitely.
So, here’s the beef: that video that you claimed to have had such a visceral reaction to told you WHAT YOU ALREADY KNEW. This was not the “Let’s sit back and wait for the facts to come out” defense. You had a man admit that he hit his wife so hard she was knocked unconscious, and then the other video showing him dragging her to the car. You had full knowledge he had an issue with domestic violence, and you decided you would rather keep an abuser in the NFL longer than a stoner.
Until that other video.
So, NFL, we could pretend you’re the stupid type that doesn’t know sour milk is bad until you taste it, but oops, the cat’s out of the bag now, because law enforcement authorities now have evidence that you DID receive the second tape (the elevator footage) back in April, BEFORE the two game suspension was handed down, and LIED about the fact that you received it. Like, super dee duper lied.
“‘We had not seen any videotape of what occurred in the elevator,’ [NFL commissioner Roger] Goodell said. ‘We assumed that there was a video. We asked for a video. We asked for anything that’s pertinent. But we were never granted that opportunity.’”
So here’s what people that are paying attention are mad about, NFL: you are clearly not upset by domestic abuse. You are more concerned with public perception than basic morality. Your latest commissioner (the lying liar mentioned above) has spent the last decade handing out fine after suspension after fine after suspension, claiming to be cleaning up the league’s image and making its players better role models.
What set the scene for this sudden need for a cleaner image when Goodell came in a decade ago? Oh, things like the NFL Love Boat scandal, where a bunch of Minnesota Vikings players rented a boat, went out to sea, and had a raunchy sex party. Like, research if you must, but they hired prostitutes and strippers and it was reportedly raunchy as all Hell. Still, no minors attended the event, no violence was reported, and the only charges held against them were being naked and getting laid in the middle of Lake Minnetonka (public enough, I suppose).
And THAT was enough for a few “Oh, the behavior is definitely disturbing” comments. So where the Hell are your priorities, NFL? Because it looks more like you’d rather your players teach kids not to party, smoke weed, or have consensual-yet-not-typical sex than to teach these young, impressionable minds to have some God damn respect for women.
Not that it’ll matter, those young minds will be riddled with concussions soon enough anyways.
So you need to tell us, right now, what do YOU consider a role model? Not, “What do you think people will want to hear,” but you, right now, especially Roger Goodell, need to come out and tell us your priorities. Because right now your role model looks like a concussed wife beater that calls natives ‘Redskins’.
The rest of us
P.S. Whatever happened to Ben Roethlisberger’s sexual assault case?
When the poor lose all their money, they’re worried they might have to live on the streets.
When the rich lose all their money, they’re worried they might have to live like the poor.
you know he’s dead
breaking news: obama is not real. obama is a figment of our imaginations. this country is being run by our imaginary friend, barack obama
Breaking News: Mitt Romney campaigned against an imaginary man and still lost the presidency.
Breaking news: Conservatives still completely unaware of what a punchline is.
Typewriter Series #408 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I think she has roots in the soles of her feet
and when she walks
she plants herself into the earth
and lets the earth take hold of her.
I think if you listened close enough
for long enough
you could just make out the sound
of those roots in those soles
lifting through the soil
sighing in the sunlight
and digging their way back into the darkness
with each and every step.
I’ve met people who are fire,
all flame and spark and the promise
Without fail and without doubt
I’ve been burned and boiled
and left with nothing but the residue
of the ash they left behind on my skin.
I’ve felt the breezes of people who are wind,
airy and light and always drifting.
They cool the soul and for a moment
you close your eyes and feel their
breath across your face but always,
always, open them sometime or another
to their absence. They always,
always, blow away and you’re left
with tousled hair and the numbness where
I think I am the water and I think I always
have been. I go my own way and somehow
without knowing how, find my way through the
cracks and crevices, the grooves and holes
in the rocks that form around these
I think she is the earth and has roots
in her soles and leaves in her hair.
She curls her toes into the sand and
braces herself against the wind,
defiant against the flames
and holds tight to the world as it
spins beneath her. We spin and only
she can feel it.
I think she has roots and her roots
need water and I am the water and always
have been and know and hold the secrets
to sinking beneath the soil
to give strength to the growth
that’s been waiting to come.
Some people are fire
and some are wind
but we are water and earth
and through the roots on her
feet and the leaves in her hair
she will drink me and absorb
all I have ever been.
I can hear the sound
of her footsteps
i thank god every day that i didnt have a scene phase
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
|—||H.E. (via socratic-thinker)|