So, yeah, at a certain point, the fucked-uppedness goes beyond the point where one can usefully analyze, let alone sympathize. Jesus Christ, what the hell is WRONG with some people?
From the News & Observer, via Alas a Blog:
Search warrant turned up an email apparently sent from one Ryan McFayden, one of the suspected lacrosse players, about a half-hour after the assault-rape was reported:
To whom it may concern:
tomorrow night, after tomights show, ive decidedto have some strippers over to edens 2c. all are welcome..there will be no nudity. i plan on killing the bitches as soon as the walk and proceding to cut their skin offwhile cumming in my Duke issue spandex.. all in besides arch and tack please respond
One of the boyz' lawyer, Cheshire (whilst disappearing grin last, no doubt) is already spinning this as good for their side:
"This e-mail, while the wording of it is, at best, unfortunate, if you read this e-mail and you also are aware of other e-mails that exist contemporaneous with these events, it's quite clear that no rape happened in that house," Cheshire said. "These boys were frustrated because they, as is already been reported, they thought these women had come and taken a bunch of money and started dancing and just decided to leave."
"Unfortunate," that's the word I was looking for. Yes.
Say, I'm feeling kind of "frustrated" at this point, too, if you know what I mean.
So I'm thinking: why not skip the foreplay and just impale the fuckers on their lacrosse sticks?
After all, we all just want to be entertained. Is that so wrong?