Technically yesterday I put up a post about the atrocities that allegedly took place in the small community of State College, Pennsylvania, a small town with a weird name, about how a sexual predator inhabited such a rarified air that he was able to continue his deeds for many years with little repercussions. It reminds me of a line from Season 5 of The Wire: "The bigger the lie, the more they believe."
I mentioned a line about "who knew what when" in the earlier post pertaining to coach Joe Paterno, the "last Good Guy in college football", and how the only thing of importance in that question had really only to do with how long Coach Paterno would retain his job.
Not very long, as it were. He promised to retire after the end of the season.
The school said thanks, but no thanks, and fired him. After 46 years, fired over the phone. Maybe over the phone was callous, but we're not talking about recruiting violations here. We're talking about the most heinous and viscerally repulsive violations, and the lack of an appropriate response by people we put too much faith into.
It's safe to say, and weird when you think about it, that every person alive today who ever played football for Penn State has only had Coach Paterno as their coach.
They've also removed the university's president who was in charge during the bulk of the time that Sandusky was active on campus, in an attempt to rid themselves of the lightning rods for people's anger.
I'm tired of this topic.
Moving on...
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