Peterson, His Fans: Pieces of Shit. Every One.

This amidst news that Adrian Peterson has enough anger in him to abuse not just one but two of his children.

There is nothing funny about being beaten by a parent, about fearing that one person in the world you should be able to trust above all others. Who laughs about a bleeding, humiliated child?  Someone fortunate enough to have never shamefully hidden welts and bruises in a locker room. Someone lucky enough to have never been smacked with a stick until “you’re man enough to take it without crying.”  Or kicked so hard his tailbone fractured.  Or whipped across the thighs with a belt “in case your ass is numb.”  The question that occurs to me is this: if Adrian Peterson–or any man–treated a pet the way he treated his children, would there be any debate over his cruelty and barbarism?

Here is what a pile of shit looks like:

And there is plenty more where this came from:

And it’s not just the fans who have Peterson’s back.  His team, the Minnesota Vikings, and it’s General Manager are supportive as well.  I guess Mr. Peterson deserves all this concern during this difficult time.  It’s difficult when the world discovers you’re a twisted psycho child-beating monster.

Four year old children.  Does he do toddlers, too?  Infants that cry too much?

Rick Speilman, the aforementioned General Manager, in what must be one of the most cowardly press conferences of all time, breezily explained that it wasn’t his or the teams place to judge how a parent disciplines his child, and that the Vikings would defer to the legal process before making any hasty decisions.  If Mr. Speilman would like a more tangible demonstration he might then use as criteria for judgement, I would be happy to travel to Minneapolis to shove his mouth full of leaves, beat his legs and butt bloody with a stick, and strike him in the scrotum with that same stick.

Peterson did issue an apology–on Twitter–in which he doesn’t mention his child until the fourth paragraph, long after apologizing to his team.  It’s the usual “sorry I was caught” crocodile-tear bullshit you hear from monsters feigning humility.  I’d be surprised if he actually wrote it–it has the stink of a PR hack about it.

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