Whitlock brings the ****ing axe down.

[Hammock Parties]

You go, BigSexy.

http://www.kansascity.com/sports/chi...ry/848654.html

Now what?

The Chiefs lost their fragile and fraudulent quarterback of the future, exposing the irresponsibility of opening the season with a quarterback depth chart Rockhurst High’s Tony Severino would find objectionable.

Now what?

Today, the Chiefs welcome back to their starting lineup the unrepentant malcontent/running back who surely spent Sunday afternoon palling around with friends, laughing at the offense missing Larry Johnson that couldn’t move the chains or threaten the Titans when the outcome was in doubt.

Now what? Where do the Chiefs go from here? How do they define themselves and move forward after Tennessee blanked them for three quarters, embarrassed them for four and routed them 34-10 at Arrowhead Stadium?

There were no answers inside Kansas City’s locker room. There were plenty of stunned, silent looks and quick exits. You can’t blame them. There were few relevant, probing questions to be asked.

All the answers had been provided during three hours on the field.

Coming off a bye week filled with drama, acrimony, Brodie Croyle-inspired optimism and a get-tough deactivation of Johnson, Herm Edwards and his coaching staff bombed in a way that makes their employment here next season indefensible.

By declining to draft or acquire a quarterback to compete against Brittle Croyle and elevating clock-management specialist Dick “Father Time” Curl to oversee the most important position on any football team, Edwards tethered himself to Croyle.

When Croyle limped off the field with a season-(career)-ending knee injury early in the second quarter, Herm might as well have grabbed a pair of crutches and retired to the locker room with his Arena League QB of the future.

It’s over — the Croyle experiment, the Herm-driven rebuilding process and the Peterson-approved redistribution of Hunt family wealth. All good and bad things end, and the Titans literally ran over (332 yards on the ground) the remains of the Peterson era.

What we’ve witnessed this season in general — and the last two weeks in particular — is unacceptable and unprofessional. In its five losses, Kansas City’s opponents outscored Herm’s boys 147-42. The Chiefs’ lone victory — a 33-19 romp over the Broncos — was such an obvious fluke that it revealed nothing about the rebuilding effort.

The Chiefs are a joke right now. They have as little credibility as the Royals. The ownership is timid at a time when boldness is required. This is not a call to fire Peterson or Edwards today. It’s a call that Clark Hunt acknowledge that no progress is being made.

After Sunday’s performance, I’ll vouch for the professionalism and skill of one player on the roster. Tony Gonzalez is a winning player. Every other player is a mystery.

Kansas City’s offensive line is so inept that it is difficult for me to discern whether Pro Bowl guard Brian Waters is effective. I know that Rudy Niswanger, Adrian Jones and Damion McIntosh are not players a team can win consistently with in the starting lineup.

Also, I know that first-round pick Glenn Dorsey has been a bust through six games. I’ve watched film, and his footwork is horrid. He catches on run plays and tries to win a bench-press contest. An NFL lineman wins or loses the battle with his first step. Dorsey’s first step is slow and often misdirected. He hasn’t mastered the explosive, violent, 6-inch control step. I’ve seen Dorsey drop his foot back. I’ve seen him step the wrong direction.

On Sunday, the Titans had their way with Dorsey. On a key third-and-short play early in the contest, a Titans guard destroyed Dorsey at the point of attack, and a Tennessee running back ran right through where Dorsey was before he was removed the way a bouncer ushers a drunken customer out of Mosaic.

And someone sound an Amber Alert for 2006 first-round pick Tamba Hali, Kansas City’s sackless pass-rush specialist. If Hali has a bad knee, sit him down and un-Velcro him from opposing offensive tackles.

Herm’s youth movement is starting to resemble the last 15 years of “Saturday Night Live.” He keeps adding expensive cast members who can’t recapture the magic of Derrick Thomas, Neil Smith, James Hasty and Dale Carter.

Short of a Sarah Palin/Tina Fey falling in Herm’s lap, the Chiefs seem unsalvageable.

Next season, the Chiefs will draft and/or acquire three quarterbacks. They’ll start from scratch. Would any sane man, woman or child allow Edwards, Father Time and The Artist Formerly Known as King Carl to select KC’s next three quarterbacks?

Herm’s claim to quarterback fame is that he fell in love with Bill Parcells’ weak-armed thrower, Chad Pennington. Curl’s claim to QB fame is far more impressive. Father Time guided an NFL Europe offense that featured future NFL journeyman Jon Kitna. Curl also was QB coach/offensive coordinator of some unforgettable-but-totally-forgotten 1980s offenses at Virginia, Rutgers and Boston College. As you can see, Curl’s QB resume is as decorated as Bill Walsh’s.

But it is not quite as sparkling as Carl Peterson’s. There is not enough room to list all of the gifted quarterbacks Peterson has identified. Let’s just say it would be negligent not to mention Mike Elkins, Matt “Draft Blunder” Blundin, Pat Barnes and Elvis Grbac.

Given the collective QB brain power at Arrowhead Stadium, Chiefs fans have every reason to feel confident that when Edwards, Curl, Peterson and Bill Kuharich heave a dart at a board, it is very likely to land on the NFL’s next great QB.

Now what? I suggest you spend the rest of the season fantasizing about Clark Hunt taking the obvious necessary steps to improve his football franchise.