Penn State put on their collective grown-up underpants and have torn down the statue of Joe Paterno. Since he was a goat blowing asshat who enabled child rape by protecting and abetting the rapist since 1998, I think this is fine and dandy. Welcome, even. Glorious, in fact.
And let us not forget that in 2001 an assistant coach named Mike McQueary actually saw Sandusky raping a child, and told JoePa about it:
McQueary said he went to Paterno and testified that he made it very clear to the coach what he saw. “I told him and I want to make sure I’m clear. I made sure he knew it was sexual and wrong. There was no doubt,” McQueary testified, according to reports from the courthouse.
What did that paragon, the beloved and adored JoePa do when McQueary told him about the rape? Well, that patriarchal cuntmonkey Joe Paterno assured McQueary, ‘You did what you had to do. Now it’s time for me to decide what we want to do.”
So what did he decide to do? He decided to tell the High Priests of Penn State, who formed a huddle and suggested that they tell the cops about the kiddie-raping monster in their midst. However, from the Mt. Olympus of Penn State’s “football tradition”, the God of Coaching JoePa talked them out of it. There is:
damning evidence against Paterno consists of handwritten notes and emails that portray him as being involved with a decision by the school officials not to tell child welfare authorities about the 2001 encounter. Spanier, Schultz and Curley drew up a plan that called for reporting Sandusky to the state Department of Child Welfare. But Curley later said in an email that he changed his mind about the plan “after giving it more thought and talking it over with Joe.” Spanier concurred but noted “the only downside for us is if the message isn’t (heard) and acted upon and we then become vulnerable for not having reported it.”
Notice how the ONLY downside is getting themselves in trouble. The idea that a child rape victim was still vulnerable to his attacker and wasn’t getting help and/or counseling, or the possibility that there would be future victims if they did nothing – those don’t count as downsides.
Disgustingly, fans flocked to JoePa’s statue to see it *sniff* one more time before it was torn down. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth and rending of garments and rubbing of ashes upon their woeful heads. One twatwaffle moaned:
“I feel like I’m at a funeral,” said Kathy Astrab, a class of ‘84 alumna from McKeesport who dabbed at wet eyes.
“But they can’t erase him,” she vowed, defiance flashing above her sorrow. “They’ll never erase Joe Paterno from Penn State.”
Yeah, they won’t erase the stink of Paterno, but Penn State will probably long for erasure, considering that Paterno’s name is now synonymous for protecting and aiding a child rapist. His legacy is one of shame.
I tell you what. Why don’t we leave the statue up, but rivet a sign to it saying, “This man was complicit in the rape of children for 14 years. I support him anyway, because football is way more important than kids.”
Take a picture with that, sunshine.