Open letter to Ben

Dear Ben (you're last name is too fucking long),

Listen Tige...err...Jess....err...Big Benjamin Rothlesfuckhound...stop accosting females, OK? I am going to attribute your stupidity to your head hitting the pavement a few years ago when you decided red did not, in fact, mean stop. What is it with multi-millionaires? Do the rules not apply to you? Rape is, as defined by Webster's dictionary, what you did to two females. Look it up. I did, and that's what I saw. Some 6'5" fuck chop with a group of body guards standing outside the bathroom door making sure you could fuck some drunk chick silly.

In all reality, you and your other fuck buddies (also famous rich people) are going to ultimately be alone in everything you do. When you win, you will celebrate with some friends, and then come the time they all have to go home to their families, you will go home to you and you trophy case. There is one thing missing in that trophy case. It's a get out of jail free card. You have used two of them, and will now have to survive on morals and personal ethics, both of which you apparently left at Miami, Ohio.

If I were you, I would go slumming at Cleveland bars so a group of drunk Browns fans can get you all sorts of fucked up and then let a grizzly bear ass rape you for a few hours. Maybe then you will see the err in your ways. But for the rest of us NON-Ben fans, save the apology your attorney wrote for your victims. I am sure they would love to hear something more sincere than "those bitches were lyin!" Maybe then, these "kids" you speak of, the ones that look up to you will do so because you are admirable, and not because you are 77 inches tall.

Sincerely,

America

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