Dr. Larry Nassar’s Newest Low: Listening to Victim Statements is “Too Mentally Taxing!”

Self-pitying Serial Abuser Larry Nassar, who could dish it out but can’t face hearing about it.

Just when you think the situation with this Dr. Larry Nassar pervert who molested 150+ girls can not possibly sink any lower, guess what?  Today, it did!

Now, the Nassar creep, who first was sitting in court hanging on to rosary beads – something that, as a Catholic, offended the Hell out of me – wrote a six-page-long letter to the judge.  He claimed that being subjected to the victim statements of girls he molested was “too mentally taxing” for him!

Oh, so it’s one thing for him to unprofessionally assault over one hundred and fifty girls, destroying their trust and having a terrible effect on their lives,  but then he can’t “handle” hearing them state the consequences of his actions?

I have heard some ridiculous lines of bull in my life, but this one is so bad, it clearly belongs in the Guinness Book of World Records.  Dr. Larry Nassar shouldn’t be sitting there in his prison jump suit clutching the rosary beads.  He should be wearing diapers with a pacifier in his mouth.  He’s that infantile.  Over a hundred and fifty assaulted girls later, he’s trying to paint himself as the victim here, when he isn’t.  He’s the victimizer, and one of the worst ones in criminal history.

Many of his employers/enablers, in my humble opinion, need to be hauled into courtrooms and prosecuted as well.  They don’t deserve a free pass.  Today USA Gymnastics finally announced they would no longer let the US Olympic Gymnastic Team train at the Karolyi Ranch, one of Nassar’s preferred places for finding children to prey upon.  I have read numerous scathing books and articles about other situations that were ongoing at the Karolyi Ranch as far back as the 1990s, so USA Gymnastics, your move today is good, but what took you so long?  

Nassar also worked at Michigan State University, where fourteen (14) officials were notified about his behavior over the years.  All fourteen did nothing.  They should be rounded up immediately and spirited away in handcuffs, each and every one, starting with the President of the college, Lou Anna Simon, who didn’t even show her face in the courtroom to hear the girls’ statements until there was an outcry about her absence.  Earlier today, despite calls for Lou Anna Simon to be fired, the Board of Directors at the college decided they should keep her on as President.  They couldn’t look worse.

I was never sexually abused as a child by an adult, but I was used as a scapegoat by a particularly vicious teacher, one who had a problem with a relative of mine that she took out on me.  I  didn’t realize that she had a serious substance abuse problem; years later, after I was out of her clutches, that finally came to light, and it turned out her co-workers had known about her instability all along but did nothing to stop her.  What useless, gutless people they were!  Contemptible.

At the time, I spoke out about her, but whenever I tried to be heard, I got treated dismissively. That’s the worst possible thing anyone can do to a child who is trying her level best to raise a red flag about an erratic and dangerous adult.  Note to the World:  children don’t make these complaints up.

Brava to the girls who are speaking out against Dr. Larry Nassar, the Karolyi Ranch, and Michigan State University!

As for Bela and Marta Karolyi, and Lou Anna Simon and the rest of the officials at Michigan State University: what the hell is wrong with all of you?

Disgraced: Marta and Bela Karolyi, Dr. Nassar’s employers.

Also disgraced, yet given a free pass to remain a college President: Lou Anna Simon of Michigan State University.  Reprehensible!


The Movie I, TONYA – Was the World Wrong about Tonya Harding?

Margot Robbie as Tonya Harding, left, and the real Tonya, right.

Tonya Harding was considered one of ice skating’s “bad girls,” but after seeing the movie, “I, TONYA,” I’ve got to wonder about that.  I came home from this movie yesterday wondering about everything I’d ever heard regarding Tonya Harding.

Obviously, the movie is very pro-Tonya, helped by Harding herself, who participated in numerous interviews to help get her side of the story covered correctly.  Maybe it’s time people started to pay attention.

Harding came from a very poor background, but in my humble opinion, that in and of itself does not render a child who wants to skate as much as Tonya did either “bad” or “trashy.”  She couldn’t afford the same costumes as the other skaters.  She couldn’t afford a fur coat.  She wasn’t a little rich girl.  Personally, I couldn’t care less what kind of socioeconomic background an athlete hails from.  The girl was a great little skater from the age of four, period, and that should count for a lot more than what kind of an image she might project if she, heaven forfend, wasn’t coming to and from competitions in some certain “approved” coat.

Please note: this is hardly the first time I’ve heard less than stellar things about the powers that be in the skating community.  They weren’t too fond of another terrific skater, Surya Bonaly, either.  She was also branded “bad,” and also didn’t fit their preferred image of a sweet little skater.  This is ridiculous!  If these kids can skate, they can skate!

Margot Robbie is wonderful in her role as Tonya Harding.  The movie portrays Tonya’s mother Lavona as a real monster, one of those awful parents who believes if they belittle and smack the child around, they’ll make her care more about her performance.  Allison Janney won a Golden Globe Award last night for the role, and she certainly deserved it.  The movie is excellent, and even has lots of funny parts to it, believe it or not, given it’s not only about skating but child abuse, spousal abuse, and criminal behavior.

For those who may be too young to remember, Tonya Harding was an Olympic Team hopeful back in 1994, as was her rival, Nancy Kerrigan.  All hell broke lose when a man attacked poor Kerrigan at the rink where she was practicing by hitting her in the knee with a baton.  It soon came to light that Harding’s husband, Jeff Gillooly, and his ultra-whacked best friend, Shawn Eckhardt, had hired two idiots, Shane Stant and Derrick Smith, to carry out the attack.  Watch for the scenes with Eckhardt, played by Paul Walter Hauser, in them.  I won’t add spoilers, but whoa…!  What a performance!

Harding claimed to be innocent, although the FBI alleged that her handwriting was found on a plan of attack written on a restaurant napkin…

According to this movie, Tonya had no knowledge of the attack.  But it was her career that was ended over it, just the same.  Following an Olympic competition where she came in 8th, a show that went on because the ratings were through the roof when Nancy and Tonya had a skate-off, Tonya wound up banned from skating.

So I’m thinking…did the world view Tonya correctly way back when, or did every reporter who covered this admittedly strange story make a horrible mistake?  Was the FBI right or wrong about the notes on the napkin they said were written by Tonya?  Perhaps the world should take another look at the whole situation.

I, TONYA: one excellent movie!


A Quick Observation About Sexual Predators


Innocent nosiness – or a red flag of something more?

Bravo to all of the people who have been “outing” so many sexual predators lately!  It’s about time they got their comeuppance.  My heart goes out to their victims and I hope they get the justice they seek.

I have one little point that I wanted to add to the discussion.  Twice in my life I have known people who, I came to find out many, many years later, were alleged to be sexual predators.

I say “alleged predators” only in the interest of my own honesty because I did not see anything overt myself.  Strange as the two individuals were, and both were off-the-charts creepy, I have no direct personal story to tell.  Neither one tried to take any liberties with me.  I also did not see anything untoward happening to anyone else.  To put it bluntly, if they were assaulting people, and I’m inclined to  believe that they probably were, from what I heard later, it was just neither done to me or in front of me.  If it had been, I’d have called the cops.

I knew one of them in the 1970s and the other in the 1990s.  One was a female, the other a male.  One allegedly targeted girls and young women, the other boys and young men.  They did not know each other.  Yet in one way their sick behavior was 100% identical.

Both of these monsters were intrusive to the infinite power.  I have never met two more nosy or rude people in my life.  They absolutely gloried in sticking their noses into other people’s business.  This seemed as natural to them as breathing was to the rest of us.  They weren’t just prying; it was more like they each were downright interrogational.   Arrested suspects on television crime dramas are grilled more gently than I used to see each one of those two kooks go after their acquaintances.  In both their cases, there was a franticness about their intrusiveness, too, a sort of panic both were in.  At the time, I thought it was simply trange.  Now that I hear they both might have been predators, it seems more like a major red flag.

What did they seemed to concentrate on most?  It was not just whatever was going on in everybody else’s business (though that too), but what constituted our values.  What made us tick.  The content of our characters, to paraphrase the great Dr. Martin Luther King.

I want to put this out there because I believe that kind of intrusiveness may very well be the red flag of a predator.  It makes perfect sense that such scumbags would consistently try to zero in on the values of whoever they happened to find nearby, at work, at school, and at whatever venue where they happened to be prowling for a victim.  Serial predators can’t function out in the open.  They can only get what they want if they can assure the silence of their specially-selected victims, not to mention any potential eyewitnesses.

The man was very hung up on the fact that I was, as he said derisively, “very, very principled.”  He said it as if this was a bad thing, and for him, potentially it was.

I’m also a rather private person and was that way even as a teen.  I know who I am.  I know what I think and I know how I feel.  I just don’t see the point of always shouting my most personal thoughts from the rooftops.

The woman did not like that one bit.  She kept insinuating that I wasn’t “forthcoming” enough, or words to that effect.  Oh, really?  Well, how much did she think was going on that a teenage girl should have had to be “forthcoming” about?  Think about it.  This was not someone to whom I owed any explanations.  She set off alarm bells in me, though, which caused me to go even quieter around her, specifically.  I figured, at age sixteen, that anybody who’s fishing that much for none-of-your-damned-business kinds of information is definitely after something, even though I wasn’t sure what was going on there.

Had I witnessed any direct untoward actions, for absolute certain, that either one of these flakes was committing, I’d have blown the whistle on them so fast they wouldn’t have known what hit them.  I would have “gone all Jersey” on the one from New Jersey.  I’d have called the police in a New York minute on the one in New York.  And that, I believe, is what was at the crux of the many “values” questions they had about every single person with whom they came in regular contact: they wanted to weed out those of us who aren’t afraid to stand up and call the PoPo.  To predators, the principled ones who aren’t afraid to dial 911 are quite dangerous.  We’re the ones who might just stop them in their tracks.

So if you ever see something, say something – don’t be afraid to be “dangerous” to a predator!   You might find yourself a hero to one of their victims.



AMERICAN RADICAL: Inside the World of an Undercover Muslim FBI Agent Book

AMERICAN RADICAL by undercover FBI agent who uses the name “Tamer Elnoury” and Kevin Mauer.  This is a must-read!

Today was one of the most beautiful days imaginable in New York City, and easily seemed to be the prettiest Halloween I could ever remember.  It wasn’t too chilly, the autumn leaf show was just beginning, the sky was blue, and there were even some roses still blooming.  I was thinking was a great Halloween this was going to be for all the kids who were going Trick-or-Treating after school…

And then I heard that a coward perpetrated a terrorist attack on West Street in Lower Manhattan.  As of this writing, there’s 8 dead, 15 wounded, and the counts will probably rise.  Whenever something like this happens, the counts always seem to rise, don’t they?  Horrific.

By coincidence I’ve been reading AMERICAN RADICAL: INSIDE THE WORLD OF AN UNDERCOVER MUSLIM FBI AGENT this week.  It’s written by a man who used the “legend” (fake name for undercover purposes) “Tamer Elnoury.”  He was interviewed, while wearing a disguise, on “60 Minutes” about two weeks ago, and I was very impressed by him.  “Tamer” got involved with working undercover for the FBI because, as a Muslim, he did not like the way the extremist Islamic terrorists pervert his religion.

The book is a fascinating look at undercover work and is worth reading for that alone, but there’s so much more to it.  Did you know that, in Islam:

-People are supposed to adhere to the laws of the countries in which they live?

-It’s considered wrong to kill woman and children?

-It’s considered wrong to kill non-combatants?

And more.  Much more.

The more I read in this book about what Islam really stands for, the more astounded I am by the terrorists who don’t adhere to it.  Those who are running around killing people to make some kind of a statement are not just wrong in the eyes of the world, they’re wrong in terms of their own religion.  I have always considered the terrorists to be a pack of lowly cowards, but they’re even lower than any of us ever thought if they’re going against Islam’s teachings while simultaneously killing in the “name of” Islam.  These terrorists are just plain bonafide brainwashed freaks.

Criminal freaks.  I’m glad that “Tamer Elnoury” has the guts to call them out on it and to do something to stop them.  The book will give you a window into how the minds of these lunatics work as well as how many procedures are in place by the FBI to try and stop them.

Sometimes, though, on some days, like today, the FBI doesn’t manage to stop them all.  It’s so sad, and so pointless.

RIP to those who lost their lives.  God bless all the families affected.



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?)



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.


Disturbing and Creepy




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.