D.B.'s of the Week - Anyone Who Had Anything To Do With Darren Sharper Sentencing

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Do you know who Darren Sharper is?

Evidently the judge who sentenced him, or the D.A. who worked out his 'sweetheart deal' does.

For those who don't remember Sharper:

He was a football star - he played a big part in the New Orleans Saints winning the Super Bowl in 2010 -He caught a lot of passes, made a lot of money, got the royalty treatment that society has bestowed on him because he can catch a freaking ball

and

He raped women all over this great country.

Sharper was the Bill Cosby of the NFL, but unlike Cosby...he was caught quickly.

In California.

In Nevada.

In Arizona.

In Louisiana.

Sharper was pretty much caught red-handed in a number of those cases.

He'd slip drugs into the drinks of women that he met in a bar, and then he would do all sorts of sick, untoward things to them.

There were so many charges levied against him that not even Matlock was going to save his bacon.

Sharper, who is 39 and no longer of use to anyone because he can't catch a freaking ball anymore, was going to spend the rest of his days in a cage.

Where he belongs.

Except.

Except there are plenty of D.B.'s in the 'justice' system, evidently.

Remember how Lance Ito and the rest of those clowns acted because they were going to be famous?

Wasn't there a judge who asked Lance Armstrong (A huge D.B.) for an autograph, somewhere along the way?

Didn't congress parade Roger Clemens around...kissing his allegedly cheating, lying ass as he spouted off about his 'innocence'?

Well...something happened here.

Sharper received less than 10 years in prison despite being charged as a serial rapist.

Someone really needs to explain how someone who was charged in 4 states with multiple rapes...

...gets less than 10 years in the clink.

Sure he had some money for good lawyers, but not even Saul Goodman could spin this one.

Saul would say:

Listen, it's time to cut bait. You're never gonna' see the light of day.

Sharper did better than that.

I don't know who the D.B.'s are...

Prosecutors, defense attorneys, judges...especially Sharper himself...

This obsession with these pieces of feces who don't know how to act when they aren't wearing a football helmet has to stop.

Because it is really beginning to sicken me.

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