The first is the Adrian Peterson domestic abuse allegations, and why it took the NFL so long to act. Everybody’s talking about domestic violence and treating women right, which I agree with. However, I think we’re narrowing it down too much. Professional athletes get paid obscene amounts of money, and I don’t care how many hits to the head and concussions you’ve had – you know what’s right and what’s wrong. If you’re in a position to be a role model, you shouldn’t act like a jerk in any sense. I agree with mommy – if you’re paid enough money to have two commas or more in your salary, then you should have a code of ethics. Any violation, and it’s bye bye bye. Talent does not preclude common sense. It’s not just domestic violence, either. If you rob the 7-11, you’re out. If you cook crystal meth, you’re out. If you shoot up the mall, you’re out. And if you hurt animals, you’re definitely out. I think the bigger problem is that they get googly eyes over money, big egos over talent, and think the rules don’t apply to them. They won’t learn any better until there are significant and substantial consequences to their actions. I’m not saying no second chances, but I am saying that there needs to be consequences that speak past the rock that they call a brain.
And by the way: fiancé at the time, now wife? What are you thinking, woman? That money and glamorous lifestyle won’t buy your way out of dead! These ladies really need to learn some self respect. I mean, I’m a sweetheart, but Zack stepped on my tail two times, and I had him pinned and understanding what’s what before mommy knew what happened. No more problems. And I sure as heck didn’t say “aw, let’s get married now!” either. He’s my brother anyway, so eww. We each have our own cages and as long as personal space is respected, it's all good.
Next up is the lengthy Facebook post from our former Governor Mark Sanford about his personal struggles with his ex-wife, and how the ol’ meany caused him pain, suffering, hardship, and to call off his wedding with his “Applichian Trail” buddy aka, the Argentinian mistress, who now claims that she didn’t know the wedding was off. All I have to say is that dirty laundry has a place and it’s the Laundromat, not social media. You aren’t embarrassing us as our Governor anymore, and we don’t care. Hell hath no fury like a hen scorned, so you should have seen this train wreck coming when you left the station, sir. Please, I have enough to deal with having a mommy writing a sci-fi trilogy and a daddy doing website design! I don’t post pictures of my down feathers or the bottom of my cage before mommy cleans it, so there. Get the power of PineSol, baby, and let’s keep living the happy life!
Goodness, humans get in messes, and the higher on the social chain they are, the bigger the messes. I think I’ll stick with simple and silly with our parronts. They keep their noses clean (unless it’s allergy season). And, of course, our online pals, which are the best. Did you know you’re the best? Well, now you do!
That’s it for this edition of Chatter With Chloe. Stay tuned for future episodes whenever the whim strikes!
Take care and have a great week.