A Life Well-Lived
Rape: What A Riot
People call the police all day long, every day.
They say their cars have been stolen. That they’ve been threatened by their next door neighbors. That someone passed them a bum check. That their employees embezzled from them. Woman say they’ve been raped.
The list of crimes people report is long. Not a one is considered a laughing matter.
Oh, wait a minute…, one crime is a big joke. Rape.
At least that’s the way some folks in Florida look at it.
A college kid in Tallahassee was accused of rape recently. Normally, this wouldn’t be remarkable news, considering the fact that far too many college boys have about as much control over their urges and impulses as the hyena of the African plains.
But this particular college kid happens to be the star quarterback on the Florida State University football team. FSU is the number one-ranked team in the nation. The kid, Jameis Winston, is a lock to win the Heisman Trophy later this month.
When the rape accusation was first publicized, many, many, many people were saddened and sickened by the news.
No, not because some poor young women might have been violated, traumatized, and made to fret for a period of time that she might have been impregnated as a result of the criminal act. They were aghast that the leader of their team might be indicted, arrested, and suspended. Their dreams of vicarious glory washed down the drain because some stupid bitch cried foul.
Let’s be frank: rape is rape, but a national championship is real, man.
Let’s continue to be candid: You know as well as I do that the young woman who made the charge against Winston was called a stupid bitch ten thousand times in barroom, living room, and office conversations in the Sunshine State. And that was probably the politest thing people called her.
FSU fans breathed a sigh of relief this afternoon when the Leon County State’s Attorney held a press conference to announce no charges would be filed against Winston.
Now, they can get back to the important business of winning that national championship. Or, more correctly, watching others win it. Sometimes people get confused about these things.
The mood during State’s Attorney William Meggs’ press conference was as light and joyous as if it had been revealed that, on second thought, the South had won the Civil War. There were broad smiles, laughter, winks, and nods. It was a day to be joyous.
Teehee — She Said “Rape”
Meanwhile, a young woman still insists she was raped.
I don’t care about the details of the case. And I know one of the hallmarks of our system of justice is every accused person is innocent until proven guilty. Especially when the accused can run like the wind and thread a pass through a thicket of defenders to hit the open man.
I only know a young woman considers herself the victim of a crime.
And we don’t laugh when people say they’ve been the victims of crimes. Most of the time.
A Strange Freedom
Actor and director Wm Bullion reminds us on the day Nelson Mandela died that some heroes of this holy land are cut from a different bolt of cloth.
This, mind you, from a man who favors the sentiment, “Trample the Weak; Hurdle the Dead.”
Ted Nugent With His Wife
Nelson Mandela’s not even in his grave yet but I’ll bet he’s already spinning.
By the way, WND bossman Joseph Farah advises us in today’s column, “Don’t Mourn for Mandela.” He explains why but if you can get through more than two sentences of his blathering you have a stronger stomach than I do.