Penn State Pedophile Enablers Get Their Just Desserts

This creep is Penn State child molester Jerry Sandusky.  He’s doing 30 to 60 years in jail for serial rape.

Remember the Jerry Sandusky case?  He’s the pervert who was raping little boys at Penn State college.  He founded a foster home for the boys there – so that he could have easy access to them!  They’ve already sued Penn State for millions over it, and more power to the boys for standing up and fighting for restitution.

Three officials at the college knew about the abuse of the one of the boys when a graduate coaching assistant told them he saw it happening – back in 2001.  Sandusky was abusing the poor kid in a shower.  The three administrators, however, heard it but did nothing whatsoever about it.  All three could have called the cops, but hey!  That might’ve brought a scandal to their little college, which might’ve rocked their precious world, and might’ve been inconvenient for them, so, even though any one of them could have easily called the police over it, none of those three stooges had the courage between them to pick up the phone.

They’re disgraceful in the extreme, and their names are Tim Curley, Athletic Director; Graham Spanier, former President of the college, and Gary Schultz, former Vice President.  Well, now their names are mud, too.

Today they got sentenced to jail over their failure to act, and I’m hoping this will be the beginning of a trend.  Those in authority who don’t stand up and act when they know children are being raped, of all things, simply don’t belong in the wide world, looking the other way for their own stupid reasons while simultaneously making things worse.  Who in their right mind could know something as vile as rape is being perpetrated against little kids and not call the police?

One thing I can never understand regarding a lot of these pedophile cases is the labyrinthine way so many of these crimes manage not to come to light right away.  I’ve heard that predators are adept at terrifying the children they abuse into silence, but nothing occurs in a vacuum.   There’s always more people around in situations like these than just the abuser and victim.  In this particular instance, an adult even witnessed the abuse.  He spoke up to the administrators.  But he certainly told the wrong people.

If I knew of a child who was being raped, I’d call the police.  Not the school principal, or the college president, or the bishop, if it was a church situation – but the police!  It’s a criminal act, so it’s their jurisdiction – not the schools’, and not the churches’.  I’d call the police first.  I’d call Child Protective Services second.  And I’d be screaming bloody murder until I got the pervert in question investigated and arrested as quickly as possible, before more harm was done.

The silent Three Stooges of Penn State are the worst bunch of sex abuse enablers I’ve heard of yet, though, because it involves the abuse of boys in foster care.  They had no parents available to be on the lookout for their boys’ welfare, and with nobody to speak up on their behalf, it was even more crucial for the administrators to take action to put an end to the abuse as soon as they knew it was happening.  Incredibly, these clowns knew what was going on since 2001, but shut their mouths just to “protect” the university’s “reputation!”

Gentlemen, what do you think that school of yours looks like now?  

Penn State’s administrators who were sentenced to jail.  Curley, Spanier & Schutz.  (Curley, Mo and Larry?)

 

 

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Documentary Recommendation: ABACUS: SMALL ENOUGH TO JAIL

ABACUS: Excellent movie, outrageous subject.

Remember how all of the big banks got away with financial murder during the crisis of 2008?  The huge ones weren’t prosecuted.  But – incredibly, outrageously and astonishingly – one small bank in Chinatown with a clientele of Chinese-Americans and Chinese immigrants was.

The Abacus Bank and the awesome Sung family that runs it are the subjects of ABACUS: SMALL ENOUGH TO JAIL.  Only ONE bank was put on trial over the mortgage crisis, and it was Abacus.  When you remember how gigantic and wide-spread that crisis was, doing the math here will make your blood boil.  Only ONE bank got in hot water over it?  That’s crazy.

But then when you realize the one in question was a Chinese bank, the way this one was targeted crosses the line into clear-cut racism.

The family that runs it, the Sungs, didn’t do anything wrong.  In fact, the day they found out one employee there had been “going renegade,” they fired him immediately and reported it to the authorities that oversee such matters.

For doing the right thing, what happened?  A slew of employees of the bank were arrested while chained to one another in one of the most bizarre scenes I’ve ever seen.  The Sung family wound up embroiled in a case that lasted five years.  The baseless charges, one of the family members says, “were super-imposed on us.”  Indeed, they sure were!

This is an excellent documentary, and it’s fun to see how the Sung family does not lie down and put up with their mistreatment – but stands up and fights back.  To the Sungs, I say, BRAVO!

Enough Already: It’s Time to Criminalize Hazing!

 

Hazing deaths have got to stop…

I don’t know the parents of Timothy Piazza, who was killed in February as a direct result of a barbaric hazing ritual at Penn State college, but my heart certainly goes out to them.

Timothy died thanks to the idiocy of a bunch of frat boys from a group called “Beta Theta Pi.”  They were forcing pledges to drink far too much alcohol as part of what sounds like a horrifically stupid initiation ritual.  The young man became severely intoxicated, which was bad enough, but the insanity of these boys didn’t stop there.  Timothy fell down the stairs as a result of what he was “required” to drink, from the rituals made up by the fraternity boys. There’s more.  Then they moved him, poured liquids on him, and even pushed him into a wall to try to revive him, if you can believe this.  They also wouldn’t do the right thing and call 911.  One of the frat brothers wanted to summon help, but the rest of them wouldn’t hear of it.  If they had listed to that one, the single voice of reason there, and called for an ambulance, Timothy Piazza may have survived.

But the dip-shits of Beta Theta Pi didn’t call for an ambulance.  Timothy is dead.

Is this what any child’s parents pay college tuition for their children to experience?

I remember when I was in college and the friend of a friend, two years younger than I was, enrolled.  She was a quiet kid, not exactly Honor Roll material, to put it as kindly as possible, and she was shrilly desperate to become “popular” at the college.  She was invited to pledge a sorority and hoped I’d join her, but it wasn’t something I wanted to do.  I had seen other sorority pledges doing things like walking across the campus doing the box step for a week or being forced to sing “The Brady Bunch Theme Song” in the Student Center.  It struck me as something I might have enjoyed if I was, say, ten or eleven years old, but I was twenty and couldn’t see the point.  A twenty-year-old doing the box step for a week?  Ridiculous!

Yet this silliness appealed to the girl who wanted to be Miss Popularity of the campus so she underwent the initiation for the sorority.  What did her group’s hazing rituals involve?  Here’s where it takes a dark turn.  She told me that one of the pledges “got kidnapped” by the full-fledged sorority members.

“Kidnapped?” I repeated, incredulous.  God only knows what kind of stunt those wacky sorority gals just pulled, I remember thinking.  I knew kidnapping was a federal offense, but my friend and her fellow pledges either didn’t know that or care.

“Yes,” Miss-Popularity-to-Be whined to me, “She was kidnapped!”  Then she related that all the rest of the little pledges were transported to a graveyard at Midnight – naturally, they’d have arranged the timing of such a moronic stunt at Midnight.  “And they made us do all sorts of things to get her back!  For hours!  We were there until three in the morning!  You wouldn’t believe some of what they made us do!”

My imagination could easily fill in the blanks there, not that it wanted to, so my next question was, “Why the hell are you putting up with this insanity?”

The Popularity-Wannabe’s erudite wail in reply was, “Because I want to belong!”

It seems to me, then as now, that “belonging” is one matter.  Voluntarily engaging with some amoral group that has no problem with putting its potential members at physical  risk, whether by enforced substance abuse, abductions done in the name of “fun,” or any of the other horrors that come to light whenever one of these situations goes haywire and winds up on the news, is quite another.  Too many of the stories that abound about “hazing” practices cross the line from harmless pranks right into sadism – and should not be ignored.  Every year since 1970 there has been at least one death from hazing, sometimes more.  This is needless.  How many more do there have to be before hazing gets banned outright, by law?

It turns out that eighteen members of the Beta Theta Pi fraternity are now facing criminal charges for what happened to Timothy, as well they should.  And while I feel sorry for Timothy’s parents, I can’t help but wonder just what kind of frightening creatures raised those eighteen defendants, who weren’t even brought up with enough sense to call 911 when they saw an unconscious young man had fallen down a flight of stairs, but  instead, threw him into a wall.

Rest in peace, Timothy Piazza.

 

IN ORDER TO LIVE by Yeonmi Park

IN ORDER TO LIVE by Yeonmi Park. Eye-opening on so many levels!

Want to know details on what’s going on in North Korea?  Read IN ORDER TO LIVE: A NORTH KOREAN GIRL’S JOURNEY TO FREEDOM by Yeonmi Park.

This is a horrifying book.  It begins in North Korea, where Yeonmi’s family cannot get ahead because they’re in the wrong political “caste,” and where their straits are increasingly  dire.  There’s a famine.  There’s the arrest of Yeonmi’s enterprising father, who was utilizing some unorthodox methods to make ends meet.  There are problems regarding the bribing of officials, medical staff, train conductors, and all sorts of people.  North Korea is a country where just about everybody who works anywhere has got their hands out in some direction, often, as in the case of the medical personnel little Yeonmi had to contend with when she was in the hospital, expecting a payoff simply for doing their jobs.

But just when you think the girl’s problems might be over after she crosses a frozen river on a cold winter night and escapes to China, they don’t!  It’s when she and her mother leave North Korea behind, and wind up in China as illegal aliens, that even more horrors begin…

As always, I don’t want to add any spoilers and reveal too much of the rest of the story.  I just want to recommend it, and add that it’s a “doozie.”  Read it if you’re not faint of heart and want to find out more about what the North Koreans go through.

God bless Yeonmi and her family, and the people they left behind in North Korea as well.

And P.S.: Shame on China for not doing a whole lot more to help North Korean economic refugees!  The horrors the illegal North Koreans were put through would not exist if China would have the balls to show them some mercy.  Come on, China – step up to the plate!

Disturbing and Creepy

Exactly!

Exactly!

 

What would you do if, as an adult, you found out that one of the people in a position of responsibility over you, as a child, may have had an unhealthy attachment to you?

What would you do if someone told you that that person still, decades later, asks all kinds of questions about you to mutual acquaintances, desperate, or so it seems, for news of you?

And what if this was the last person on the face of the planet you ever would have wanted anywhere near you, whether you were a child, an adult, or even the sole survivor of earth, save for the jerk in question?

This, apparently, is the position I’ve been told I’m in, and I never even knew about it.  I was jail bait to a pervert?  That’s as insane as it gets.  Yet two of the people who were approached about me, and barraged with questions, said that’s exactly what it looks like to them.

Fortunately, it’s hearsay, and might not be true…and yet.  It could just as well be accurate, disturbing as that is.  In a way, some of the events I remember regarding that particular individual now make a lot more sense.  I was a very observant kid.  That, surely, made me a threat to someone who was into that which would not have survived scrutiny.  No wonder that person tried to undermine me later, several times.  But prior to realizing I was savvier to the ways of the world than Creepy had previously believed, there were other incidents, too…which went nowhere because I didn’t let them.  But…it’s shaken me up, wondering how bad things may have become if I’d been less of a strong-willed, no-nonsense child, say, one who could have been pushed, who didn’t know quite clearly what I didn’t want, rather than one who did…I wasn’t, but even so…

Why am I writing this on my blog, though?  Well, it seems to me that anyone who would be asking questions about me, my life, my this and my that, behind my back, yet,  forty years after the last time they saw me – yes, folks, forty years! – is probably reading my blog, too.  As creepy as that is, I’m going to use the blog as a signpost to that now-geriatric lunatic.  Read away, creep!  Go away, too.  You want to track me, fine, well, TRACK THIS!  You’d better hope I don’t start talking, because if I hear you’re asking more questions, guess what?  I’ll be pushed to write a blog post about this again.   Next time, I’ll name you, and all those who, unlike you, really know me, know I’m capable of it.

The Latest JonBenet Book Should Have Been the First: WE HAVE YOUR DAUGHTER

The new book on the JonBenet Ramsey case that the public has needed all along.

The new book on the JonBenet Ramsey case by Paula Woodward.  This is the one the public has needed all along.

By all rights I shouldn’t be writing this blog post about the new JonBenet Ramsey case book yet.  I shouldn’t be sitting here putting this up on the Internet because at this moment I’m only halfway through the book and nowhere near finished reading it, though not for lack of trying since I can’t put it down.

Be that as it may, it’s got me so steamed that I can’t resist writing what I’ve found in the first half of it already.  Everybody who’s ever wondered about this case has got to read this particular book.

The book is WE HAVE YOUR DAUGHTER by Paula Woodward.  Paula is a Colorado investigative journalist who was involved with covering this case from the very beginning.  She regularly talked to the late Patsy Ramsey.  She had access to the JonBenet Ramsey “murder book” kept by the police about the investigation.  She knows the players personally, the police, the politicians in Colorado, the Ramsey family and friends.  She’s also one fantastic and refreshingly thorough reporter.

I’ve been watching several of the new specials on the JonBenet case the past couple of weeks and one thing that has been bothering me is the never-ending concentration so many of them have on one of the cellar windows, the broken one, that may have given an intruder access to the Ramsey house.  This was the window to the room where a suitcase was found.  For some reason I always thought the suitcase was found in the same cellar room as JonBenet’s body.

Not so.  It was in a storage room on the other side of the cellar.  JonBenet was found in a different room.  Woodward’s book comes complete with diagrams of every floor of the house.

About the house…the whole reason I’ve been bugged lately about that cellar window the media never stops harping about is that the Ramseys lived in a 15-room house.  Surely, I had started to think right before this new book was delivered, there must have been more ways for some creep to enter that 15-room edifice beyond that one window in the cellar.

Take a look.  Here’s the oft-photographed front entrance to the house:

Ramsey house, front entrance.

Ramsey house, front entrance.

And here is the rarely photographed back:

What a difference a another view makes!

What a difference a another view makes!

Just look at this photo!  Look at all those windows, so low to the ground.  Did you know the house had 100 windows?  That there were eight possible points of entry? That many of the windows and doors weren’t locked?  That the burglar alarm wasn’t one because the Ramseys, foolishly, didn’t bother to use it?   That neighbors, and one of the friends who came to the house on the morning the child’s body was found, saw a door that was ajar?  That JonBenet, and her brother Burke, both had second-floor bedrooms with doors leading to outdoor balconies?  That the parents also had a room with a balcony and a door on the third floor?

Paula Woodward brings out all of these points, plus a whole lot more.  JonBenet was injured with a blunt object.  Did you know that there was a dark-colored baseball bat, found outside on the property after the murder, that didn’t belong to anyone in the Ramsey family?  Woodward includes a black-and-white police picture of it.  It is a very disturbing sight.  Was this the object used to kill that little girl?  Wouldn’t it have made perfect sense, if it was, for whoever did it to have tossed the bat outside of the house afterwards?  I read about the bat, and the rest of this stuff, on Friday, then tossed and turned the entire night.  Why wasn’t all of this this publicized?

The police.  That’s why.

Here’s where I started to really get furious.  Woodward found that a lot of the “information” released to the public about the case was, deliberately, bogus.  The Boulder PD had “decided” the Ramseys “did it” and wouldn’t let go of this pet theory.  They were telling the public outright lies to make the Ramseys look as hideous as possible.  Patsy Ramsey’s appearances on television – made, Woodward reveals, while Patsy was operating under heavy-duty medical sedation – had already made her look bizarre, but the powers that be in Boulder were making things far worse.  They said they hadn’t interviewed the family, when they had.  They said Patsy wouldn’t give them DNA samples, when she had.  They insinuated there was something suspicious in the death of John Ramsey’s daughter from a previous marriage.  That daughter had been killed in a car accident involving a truck.

That’s as far as I’ve gotten with the book for the moment.  I’ll write more  once I’ve finished reading the rest of this well-done book.  However, this story, at last, is finally in the hands of a writer who is capable of exploding one Ramsey myth after another, and it’s about time.  The more that get stripped away, the clearer the picture seems to look.

Brava, Ms. Woodward!  Let’s hope it helps lead to a resolution!

 

Bullies Won’t Change My Vote

Nobody ever forgets the kids who bullied them...but it's worse when it comes from adults!

Why take abuse from adults about the election?

I remember full well the kids who bullied me back when I was “the new kid” at two horrific schools.  I remember their names, the way they looked, and the vile things they used to say.  At one of the schools, a terribly run private one, I was also subjected to a barrage of daily, never-ending bullying tactics from two particularly vicious teachers who did not like my family.  That’s a rather long story, and I’m saving it for a book someday, but mainly they didn’t like us because they had no control over us.  There’s the definition of a bully in a nutshell: they don’t like whoever they can’t control.

They also desperately need to get a life of their own, rather than focusing on everyone else’s…

Remembering the bullies, one of the very first things I did when I joined Facebook, decades later, was to find the worst of the ones I’d been subjected to way back when so that I could block them and prevent their access to my page.  I do not want any of those barbarians back in my life, and I shall make no apology for that statement.  They were atrocious then, so they can stay out of my business now.

See how “beloved” bullies are?  They have an impact, sure, but it’s a totally negative one.  They’re not recalled with fondness.  Whatever they stand for, whether it’s their style, values, music, clothes, shoes, hairdos, politics, religion, or something else, they usually turn their targets off on it.  I’ve also never known anyone who dealt with a bully who’s made the mistake of wanting them to come around again.  When I left the worst of the schools, I didn’t bid the bullies goodbye, nor did I add, “I hope to see you again soon!”  Ha, after walking away from such pathetically toxic people, I felt the most positive thing I could do for myself was to not let them back into my life.  Ever.  “So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye!”

That said, I am continuously astonished, these days, at the level of puerile, nasty, and completely unacceptable bullying  behavior that’s being utilized by quite a few adults on Facebook and other social media platforms, and all with regard to Presidential Election 2016.  The antics of the lunatic fringe are getting more insane by the day.  God forbid if someone else puts up any article or wall sign that doesn’t agree with their personal beliefs. Oh-ho!  They react like you’ve fired the opening shot in a war!  It’s gotten so extreme I have even wondered if some of these people might not be suffering from a very severe psychological condition like Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.  Do they think pushing people so hard that we start to wonder if they have a problem like that is going to persuade us to vote for someone we don’t like?  Seriously?

As my mother once said to a political party fanatic who was always screaming and yelling against the other side, “Everybody gets only one vote.  That’s it!  Just one!  It’s majority rule.  You can’t control the outcomes of elections with just one vote.  So spend it any way you like, go vote – and shut up!”

Exactly!  May they spend their votes however they want, but leave the rest of us be about it.  I say to them, “My vote isn’t yours.  It isn’t about you, no matter how much you would like it to be.  It isn’t even your business.  Grow up, get used to it, and try to control yourself!”

Amen!

Amen!