Lost in the media’s zeal to destroy Janay Rice‘s life (Alright, who told her?) by holding the NFL accountable for treating domestic violence with a brief “time out,” are the feelings of Ray Rice. Has anyone stopped to ask how he’s doing after getting cut from the Ravens because everyone found out how hard he knocked his wife out in an elevator? He’s a human being, too, goddammit. Mediaite reports:
“I have to be strong with my wife. She is so strong. We are in good spirits. We have a lot of people praying for us and we’ll continue to support each other. I have to be there for (Janay) and my family right now and work through this.”
So did anyone else read, “I have to be strong with my wife,” and immediately go, “Oh, shit, not again!” or was it just me? The important thing is instead of getting all depressed over our culture that places entertainment above social responsibility, I decided to end one of those posts on a happy note by adding Kelly Brooks’ tits to it. No foolin’. If you click on Ray Rice’s face, it takes you right to them. ESPN should be probably be taking notes while I rock back forth in the corner and think about what I’ve done. Money, Fish, you need the money. Money makes everything better. Money is Jesus. You’re okay. You’re cool. This is cool. No one’s crying. You’re not crying. Those are not your tears. It’s probably just rain in your basement, or something. You’re tough. You’re swoll.