Last March, a few friends and I had spent the last week traveling through the mid west. We were on our way home, cruising U.S.A through the boonies of Pennsylvania when I was awoken from a deep slumber by my friend. We were being pulled over. It was about 7:00 AM. The RV we had rented had a break light out. Talk about a simple twist of fate. That little bitch of a break light ended up costing me my dignity, and my respect and hope for this country and the human race, not to mention the thousands of dollars (literally) it ended up costing me. To make a relatively long story short, we had a small amount of that green stuff on us. Small enough that it would warrant only a fine in Massachusetts equivalent to a parking ticket. The policeman suspected such because he saw something on our driver's (my friend's) shirt that he described as "some sort of green vegetable matter" (he really has a way with words, that guy). We gave him the small amount that we had and were cited for possession.
So on the ride home I'm thinking, "Alright, maybe we get a fine or something in the mail, pay it off and be on our way." You know, the way it should be. But we couldn't have picked a worse state for this kind of thing to happen in. I clearly hadn't been hipped to the ideals and mindset of good ol' western PA, because a month later we were all summoned back to court in Centre County, PA. I had to get a lawyer, I had to rent a car, hotel, and take time off from work to travel the eight and a half hours back to that location of the spawn of the dregs of our once great nation. That was the first of three trips we had to make back out there; once more for an actual hearing, and once more for a day of community service because it had to be done in that county since that's where the incident took place, not Massachusetts. Believe me when I tell you
They say there's no substitute for experience, and that first arraignment day in court was a learning experience if nothing else. It was the first and hopefully only time in my life ever having been on that side of things. When I say that the court room was filled, I mean it was filled with young guys and girls like ourselves, quite a few of them who were students from Penn State. All similar "crimes" as my friends and I; minor possession, underage drinking, etc., and all paying the same thousands of dollars in court fees and fines that we were paying.
These are the types of things that Centre County, PA puts its stock into. Oh no, you're not going to smoke weed or underage drink in their county! Buuuuuuuuuut, football coaches raping ten year old boys in football locker rooms ain't that big of a deal. That's not even an exaggeration of what these people think. A graduate assistant was walking through the locker room showers late at night when he witnessed former Penn State football coach Jerry Sandusky anally raping a child, and the assistant reported this exact information to Penn State University's Athletic Director Tim Curly and Senior Vice President for Finance and Business, Gary Schultz. A court case was opened, and these two dickheads testified and were asked if the graduate assistant had reported to them "sexual conduct" "of any kind" by Sandusky. Curly answered, "No" twice. They were also asked if the grad assistant had reported "anal sex between Sandusky and the child" in which Curly responded, "Absolutely not." Do you hear that low humming sound? That's my blood boiling.
Paterno's reaction when one of his player makes a bad play. |
Two things on my mind here:
1) Either these two
2) They care that much about Penn State's reputation that they were willing to sacrifice a young boy to a wolf like Sandusky to save face.
Either way, these two should burn in Hades personal lair for all eternity. And I'm positive that they will. In fact, I think I just became more religious. I mean, there has to be an afterlife of eternal suffering just for pieces of excrement like these, right? If not, you need to get your shit together, God, no pun intended.
You just had to save New Orleans, didn't-cha Old Hickory? |
"We are Penn State!" Correct. You are a bunch of a douche bags that should be thrown into a massive blender, chopped up into a stew, and fed to the dogs that have more integrity than you could ever hope to have.
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