Jerry's Plantation, Oh Team!
Jerry Jones to his CowBOYS regarding taking a stance on the National Anthem
Friday, September 1, 2017
Last Day Of Preseason Training Camp
I didn't have time to post this about Jerry Jones until today but here it goes
“But most of all I want you to remember, you are the actors, but this is MY stage and you will play the role I tell you to.”
Mr. Plantation Owner Jerry Jones to his field workers prior to game-time when they will put their physical bodies on the line for his Dallas Cowboy STAR in Dallas next Sunday. Now, listen here boys I pay each of you well and the last I see the checks don’t bounce. We got all the pain relievers and body enhancers you need to produce now today. So what if 20 years from now some of you players may not even remember the names of your loved ones. Every one of you though will be searching for serious narcotic relief from the pain you each endured playing this great game of football. You know I’d played the game in college but I was smart enough to know that I wanted to be cognizant when I was older. So off I went to the oil fields and speculation. I do enjoy the fringe benefits of owning those fine young Texan ladies seem to like my lap. Well, that’s another story for another day. I got some serious talk for you this here Friday before we square for another season. Naw, Tony Romo ain’t coming back, God Bless his soul, he simply took too many hits. I heard he was experiencing some dizzy spells lately but any how he’s yesterday’s news. We got ourselves a big young buck behind center now. OK, that’s not why I am in the locker room. I know you saw what those Cleveland Browns did last week before the game. That’s not going to happen here you hear. I personally met with the 32 owners and assured them that the troublemaker initials CK would never wear our Cowboy colors. Even if we start off 0-4, but if we start 0-7, all bets are off.
You all had better not, and I mean better now embarrass me by projecting any sign of national protest against the mistreatment of your people before this game, or any other game. You know that there are plenty more negroes like yourself out waiting for the planter’s truck to be paid for this here field work. Yes, I said fieldwork you don’t get paid by the baskets of fruits, cotton, or veggies you pick any longer. You now are paid by the tackle, yards gained, passes caught but once you are done with those skills and are mentally and physically ill, and I’ve had my fill, you can get the hell out of my grill. Don’t you dare even think that I will not chill? You see Jerry Jones pays all these Cowboys bills. The police can unjustly kill, jobs for your friends will never be filled, and we the plantation, oh team owners aren’t going to share anything other than some of this bill. Because, we the plantation, oh team owners control this damn National Football money-making mill.
So you better not kneel I don’t care what you think about injustice or police brutality. As long as I own that star on the 50-yard line I am the master and the interpreter of justice. So if you hitch aboard this ride I own your thoughts. If you decide to bend to your knees you can better bet that this paycheck, I’ll freeze. I don’t give a damn if black bodies continue to lay dead in a hater’s breeze. Don’t you dare try me I, Jerry Jones, is no one's damn tease? You represent me and I am king of this lair, you can kneel when you control the owner’s chair. Otherwise, just grin and bear it because if you act a fool I’ll certainly take your damn mule because you cats are under Jerry Jones’s rule. Colin should be loose and hung by a noose on a damn spruce. I simply don’t care how much he can produce. His kneeling for justice well that’s not any damn excuse. Just remember boys, oh yes I said, boys, you play without making any agitators noise. You see you are owned lock, stock, and barrel and you are my personal Jones CowBOYS.