Poor Crapper stink, driven to his knees by a girl. A pretty one for sure, but all the more deadly for that. A woman reportedly humming with hatred, discontent and Islamic doctrine, she might even be on the horizon for a three way race with Michelle and Oprah for Potus. After all, most women only manage to ruin a single man. This beauty not only destroyed her man's career and honor, she is destroying the hated NFL: that bastion of American male cruelty and bigotry.

I could care less if these rich men's toy teams lose a wheel and run in the ditch. That's racing. The thing I don't want to see is the game lost, as it is a great way to train boys in small unit tactics and manhood. The ancient shield wall lives again there, and heroic deeds are done or foiled by boys, minus the input of those who should only be cheering the boys' efforts. When the empire drafts them away to war, they'll have a head start towards survival, or evasion of the whole bad business of modern warfare entirely. They'll be aware of stuff.

When his Mama told him he'd better shop around he should have listened, poor dumbass. Now he lies ensorcelled in the orifice of a witch, absorbing her dark bodily humors like some hapless tampon, soon to be plucked and flushed for a new dry one.

Checkered Demon