But here, wrote Jason Whitlock, is what I believe: if Jovan Belcher “didn’t possess a gun, he and Kasandra Perkins would both be alive today.”
Written by Jason Whitlock and regurgitated live by Bob Costas.
It was the gun that killed Jovan Belcher and his Girlfriend as these two Football experts tell us.
It could not have been a corrupt culture of Football at all. A culture where the exceptional player is taught from his teens that he is above common men and common laws. It cannot be that, it had to be the gun
In High School, he begins to be cultivated as a “warrior” immune to punishment and academics. He can bully, belittle and harass with impunity because “he is going places” and the coach and administration want the trophies and the cachet that comes from saying “that NFL start began his career here. Give us some money.” And they will get it.
In College his advanced “warrior” training starts in earnest. “You ain’t here to learn macrame boy, you are here to play FOOTBALL!” he is told. They throw gifts and girls his way as he learns the steps to go into the big game. He is cuddled and “helped” in academics while the lesser mortal actually have to study and some even work for that diploma. He may sire a bastard or two on the way or even have pregnancies terminated, will destroy that “beemer loaner” in a drunken accident and that poor freshman that got beaten to a pulp will be silenced with cash money because the upcoming pigskin star is too young to “ruin his future career.” And if he survives the games and the debauchery of college, he will be taken to an all electronic media pen and be auctioned to the hungry coaches of the NFL. And the school will beam with pride and say “that NFL start really began his career here. Give us some money.” And they will get it.
Once he makes it into the hollowed grounds of a professional stadium, he is now superstar and gets swamped in more money than he has ever seen (but a pittance compared to the “ranchers” and the league) and wastes no time in repeating and augmenting the stupidity and felonies that will be overlooked, ignored or covered to save the image of the Game. By now he has committed so many unpunished misdemeanors and felonies that he is firmly entrenched in the belief that his superior and god-like. The CIA director had to pack his bags because adultery, superstar makes adultery another professional sport with more “honies” than a sultan of old. If any service man in the battlefield happened to do just 10% of the misdeeds of superstar, he’d end up having a very long “vacation” at Fort Leavenworth where they make little rocks out of big ones. Yet superstar is saved from prison because he is too valuable. And even if the misdeed is so big that cannot be covered up, he will have a battery of high-priced lawyers and media relation experts who will tell him to dress conservatively, look downcast and beg for forgiveness which will be soon forthcoming because there is much money invested in him or produces too much money to be wearing orange jumpsuits.
Add to the above description that out superstar is now suffering the abuses inflicted in his body both in and out of the field. He is stuffed and injected with so many medications and drugs that his brain, already twisted by concussion and his mind absolutely perverted by years of unfettered permission start to slide into its own demented version of life. When the star finally goes mental supernova and kills, it cannot be because of a corrupt culture of permissiveness and cover ups.
So, to the league’s rescue come Costas & Whitlock. Somebody must fend off the attacks that are sure to come! Nobody must criticize the nipple that supplies our milk and hair care products. We must attack because a 9.5 billion dollar income must be protected at all costs.
And they chose the usual suspect: The Gun.
Because personal responsibility is passe.
Costas & Whitlock are just whores. But at least both are well paid whores in that sick bordello.