Brock Turner, aka the Stanford rapist, photographed his victim’s breasts and texted the pictures to his friends via a group texting application called GroupMe after he raped her. It seems that police followed up after finding a text response from a fellow Stanford swimmer that said “Whos (sic) tit is that?” but were unable to locate the photos on the phone according to an article in the UK’s Daily Mail. Another team mate responded to the group text with the reply “Bonessss”. Incredible. These kids are attending Stanford-ranked #4 in the nation in the latest US News and World Report on college and university rankings-and are STILL incapable of spelling things correctly and are confusing possessives with plurals. Disgusting to be sure. Not only because of the grammar and spelling issues-but because of what it implies about the attitudes of these young men toward women.

The cell phone extraction performed by Santa Clara County Sheriffs revealed other interesting insights into Brock Turner’s habits. Seems he and many of his high school pals were avid drug takers as well, as evidenced by a text inquiring if Brock’s “niggas” (at least I assume that is the vernacular he was utilizing as the article specified “the racial slur n*****” as a favorite word of his) if they had any marijuana, ecstasy or LSD in multiple texts.

Not only am I troubled by the apparent lack of respect of Mr. Turner and his friends for those of the feminine gender, but I am also deeply troubled by the claim that on lookers that night reported that Mr. Turner was photographing his victim after the attack. They knew this because they saw him standing over her with his cell phone, with the light on the phone on. How callous do co-eds have to be to see a woman passed out on the front lawn of a fraternity house with a young man standing over her partially stripped body photographing her-and do nothing?! Thank God for the two Swedish graduate students who scared Mr. Turner off! Clearly our own fellow Americans were so numb to the sight that they were so unconcerned that they just chalked it up to a wild night on campus and kept walking.

As if I was not disgusted enough with the judge in this case for giving this little creep a mere six months for altering the mental make up of a woman via rape, it seems Judge Persky saw these text exchanges along with pictures of Brock smoking a hash pipe PRIOR to sentencing. Evidently if you are the son of a wealthy military contractor whose contact list on your phone reads like a roster of Olympic swim team hopefuls; your dad can write a letter to the judge who is a fellow Stanford alum and get a possible fourteen year sentence bumped down to six months. I mean after all, why should any young man be made to suffer a lifetime of consequences for being a sexual offender when all he did was get “20 minutes of action“? Personal responsibility? Bah! That is for the little people!

After all, when you can afford to hire super lawyer Dennis Riordan (attorney to Barry Bonds) to mount your son’s appeal rules just don’t seem to apply to you. Guess we will find out if Mr. Riorden’s nick name, the Last Hope, turns out to hold true in Brock Turner’s case. In the meantime, you will find me rummaging through my drug drawer for my Malox and kvetching about the general state of our pathetic so-called society.