I wanted to write about this last week...I also wanted to call my aunt back last week and couldnt until today so whatever. So on Friday news breaks that the two-year-old son of NFL star Adrian Peterson was in critical condition after what was being legally deemed aggrvated assault by the boyfriend of the babys mother. I froze: Im thinking about my girlfriends kids and how I dont even complain when an NFL game suddenly flickers into Zach & Cody. I actually apologize!! So Im thinking, wait until after AP gets his hands on this scumbag? Then I think, If I were the Vikings, Id tell him, were escorting you there so nothing happens to him....or why dont you let our thugs handle him so you dont get hurt. Then AP announces hell play two days later, which I found disturbing, frankly. Incidents like this ( and ones much more benign) supply us with most of our Homeless population, Generally Speaking. I learned that at a shelter in Petaluma doing a project for a class. Its like this, one person said: One day, youre a proud parent happily working for The Man to give your kid the best Then, after a diagnosis from an oncologist or as ER doctors walk down the hall after delivering you the sad news, you just check out; working for The Man holds nothing for you anymore. I dont even see how an NFL player could go on the field two days later. AP said football was his release. I wonder what the Panthers linebackers were thinking. Then the child dies from the wounds on Saturday. AP sticks to his plan to play. How much worse can this get, I thought. Answer: Peterson didnt even know about the child. Together, we make dollars. But we dont make a bit of sense at all.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 16:50:28 +0000
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