At Least There Were No Casualties This Time

Today’s top story in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: Rams’ Little is accused of DWI.

At least he didn’t kill anyone this time.

Here’s what I wrote when he was sentenced for killing Susan Gutweiler in The Cynic Express(ed) 3.02:

    A St. Louis Court has just this afternoon upheld the precedent that
    although the law in our nation maintains that everyone is equal before
    the blind, deaf, and especially dumb Maiden Justice, some animals are
    more equal than others. Now in our very heartland, much like on this
    nation’s more enlightened Left Coast, football players can kill innocent
    women with near impunity.

    Last October, Leonard Little, intoxicated Star Bonecrusher of some
    sort or another for the St. Louis Rams, ran a red light in his great big
    new Mercury Decimator sport utility vehicle and, true to his title,
    rammed a smaller car that was quite lawfully making its way through our
    downtown St. Louis streets. Susan Gutweiler died from it.

    Gutweiler, a mother from Oakville, a suburb to the southwest of St.
    Louis improper, died because she was in the right place—crossing an
    intersection according to all applicable traffic laws—at the wrong time,
    when a local footballer on the sixth-rate tax abatement and corporate
    incentive money hole that passes for an NFL team in this town happened
    out at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong blood alcohol
    content and at the wrong speed. And she died, as the Post-Dispatch put
    it, “later of her injuries.” Suffered when two tons of blood alcohol
    content and metal compacted her proletariat car.

    At least the media have not been silent throughout the debacle.
    Although Gutweiler’s family will have to go on without a mother and a
    wife, at least Leonard Little’s story is being told. The St. Louis
    Rams, when their coach Dick, capital D-I-C-K, Vermeil has taken time to
    reflect on crime and punishment in the United States, issued a frank and
    thought provoking statement that the St. Louis Rams are not afraid to
    embrace all members of their team, even those who get lit and run down
    actual practicing members of Family Values.

    No, the St. Louis media have emphasized the claims from Little’s
    attorneys, therapists, and other millennial swamis that Little needs to
    get back to work making the bountiful dollars that those of us here in
    the inner ring suburbs can imagine only remotely. It’s part of the
    healing process for him to get back out onto the field crashing into
    other felons and earning the adulation of a public which bemoans the
    collapse of society and the dearth of character in strangers but doesn’t
    confuse the man’s personal life with the great job he does. No, Leonard
    Little just wants to move on, find closure, and put it all behind him
    that she got in front of him. Susan Gutweiler would probably have
    wanted to move on, too, if she weren’t dead.

    I know, I know, I should probably calm down. After all, the St.
    Louis court today handed down the punishment for Leonard Little. Ninety
    days in jail—NINETY DAYS IN JAIL–and four years’ probation. And the
    conditions of the probation are pretty strict, I’ll admit. No booze, no
    bars, no intoxicating substances. After all, the Post-Dispatch does
    emphasize that he faces testing. It’s already obvious that he doesn’t
    have the decency, self-discipline, or common sense not to drive
    intoxicated without someone, maybe like a gruff-but-with-a-heart-of-gold
    coach, on his case(where’s Billy Martin when you need him?). It’s not
    as though Leonard Little, the Leonard Little who’s the linebacker for
    the St. Louis Rams, wrote a Word Macro virus which crashed e-mail
    servers or anything; he just struck someone down dead.

    I don’t want to calm down. After the decision, the only quote from
    the victim’s family and the only outrage I have heard so far, is that
    someone should take justice into his or her own hands. That’s it. Just
    a heated little quote certain to paint the family as unrealistic and
    possibly vengeance seeking. I couldn’t blame them. After all, the
    mishmash of judicial and legal wisdom has decided that Susan Gutweiler’s
    forty-seven years of life are worth ninety days in jail, less than two
    days per year.

    Maybe I am just cynical. Not nearly as cynical as the buzzing
    cloud around Leonard Little, the sycophants that tell him and us that
    it’s not his fault and that somehow it serves the greater good for
    society that the Little boy can drive about freely and play football,
    but I’m getting there.

On the other hand, this time Little has not been found guilty of driving while intoxicated; perhaps he wasn’t. However, with one decal of a downed car already on his fuselage, I expect the worst from Little.

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