Dear Arlington Martin High School Parents: Your children are sneaky, conniving savages. They have the morals and senses of humor of ... well ... pirates, and will, if you so much as blink, do their best to make you -- adults -- look like fools.
We don't mean anything personal by pointing that out. They're teenagers. This is a universal, biological truth. But damn, Martin High School's parent booster club, you sure fell asleep at the switch when you let a student provide the design and words for shirts celebrating the football team.
In case you've missed the FOX4 report above, here's the deal: The shirts included a pirate flag -- from the team's unofficial mascot -- and the words "We take what we want. Shhhhhhh, just let it happen."
Um ... Martin High boosters? Rape reference. Yep. No two ways about it. And that big Indian in the headress? Well, OK, you're the Warriors, so that gets a pass, despite the resemblance to a certain Washington emblem. But the rape thing? Not cool. Please don't keep saying that it wasn't meant that way, that it was just an innocent misunderstanding or this is political correctness run amok.
And, no, we don't think your kids are all rape-y. Much.
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You just got hosed, m'kay. Teens will do that, those rascals.
Luckily, the high school still has a newspaper with a student editor with the brains and courage to point out the rape reference. But that's just the way of the world: Newspaper kids are the unsung heroes, and the jocks get all the glory.
Thus it has ever been. In fact, many, many years ago in a high school far away, a varsity quarterback taking both Spanish and art classes did a silk screen T-shirt design that was a near-perfect replication of the red Coca-Cola logo, only with the words "Coma Caca." Sold like mad to some kids. (Roughly translated from Illinois hick Spanish, that's "eat shit.")
get to buy one, of course. We were on the newspaper staff.