This isn't going to be for the kids, nor the faint of heart.
I don't think I need to rehash my anger at the whole Penn State fiasco, nor what I believe should happen to the parties involved, nor the parties whom I believe prevented the latter.
But the last couple of days have left me with two indelible images that lead me, in paraphrasing a wise man, to only one conclusion:
I want Jerry Sandusky motherfucking dead.
And the only reason I won't get a knock at the door from the police is that I truly believe a lot of other people want the same thing -- and quickly.
One: The sentence itself was a joke, and an indication of the status (perhaps beyond simple celebrity, and almost to political demi-god) that his place in Penn State football, the culture of football in general, and the celebrity culture in this country have granted this pedophilic shithead.
Great example I was handed: The mother in Texas who super-glued her child's hands to the wall and beat the shit out of the child got 99 years.
Sandusky gets 30-60 for child rape, pedophilia, and probably pimping the kids out.
All in the name of celebrity.
Granted through his status in political power.
The fact is that, with enough power, you can get away with ANYTHING. In fact, your position of social power in this country (and that of any potential victim) determines which (if any!) laws you must abide by.
It is more acceptable, in our political eyes, that this pedophile raped kids, covered it up, and probably pimped kids to some very powerful people in Pennsylvania than for what that mother in Texas did to her own child (reprehensible though that is).
And then we get to the statements Sandusky has made.
This reprehensible piece of shit, in what I have been told (and can believe), actually believes it is normal to pin little boys to the wall, pull down their pants, and suck their dicks.
And then, when held to account, he goes off and questions motives, states about good times, slams the victims, and all that shit.
May he die.
May he die quickly.
May true justice be served from a population that does not take kindly to fucking (up) children. Trust me. I know. I've been in the joint, and I've seen what can happen to these people. There was a guy, just about when I got released from Rikers' Island, who was accused of raping not only an elderly woman, but a kid.
The guy would openly get punched, with no provocation and with no remorse -- and this was why there was still presumption of innocence. He hadn't been convicted of anything yet.
Only THEN may we gain closure.
Post-script to Mark Emmert: Culture of football really being de-emphasized over there, isn't it, big man?
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