The NEW FACE of the Boogeyman

Well, well, well......

America is in QUITE a quandary here.

The TWO THINGS we purport to love ABOVE all else, CHILDREN AND FOOTBALL, have clashed on the first page of the news.

What to do.....what to DO???


First off... I don't BELIEVE our national declaration of love for children.

If that were true, how then do we explain why so many poor kids, stuck in horrible living conditions with terrible schools now being STRIPPED of all funding and closing down, waiting for PRIVITIZATION to step in, a 'solution' which has NEVER done anything but electrocute our troops in their showers and give armed thugs carte blanche to kill civilians -why are we willing to stuff the pockets of those who would JUMP at handling the privitization of schools?

Do we love them? No.

(Oh, for the wealthier parents, we love to dress them up and show them off. Arrange "play dates" ...sign them up for extracurricular activities that will produce pictures to fill our hand-assembled scrapbooks (now all the rage) --but love? I don't think so.) No more than pets. No more than a new iphone or other things we consider 'fun fodder' for bragging rights. We love to say we love them.



Now here's the conundrum: one of our most revered football colleges has HARBORED a serial child molester for 20 years or better, and turned their heads while a HIGH PROFILE assistant coach indulged himself by buggering our "children at risk." The WEIRDO even wrote a self-congratulatory BOOK about the perfect cover he's been hiding behind in order to procure 10 year olds for eventual anal rape.

Betrayal? 'EVIL'? THY NAME IS SANDUSKY.









It'll be a long time (or maybe never) till the beloved NITTANY LIONS ... or PENN STATE... (or..... yes, even......omg!)





JOE PATERNO!

will be mentioned without shuddering in distaste. From this day hence, Paterno will be thought of as a high paid enabler who turned his head when all the alarms were going off about Sandusky's description of 'horsing around' in the campus showers. He's the man who 'did the MINIMAL thing required'- he reported it. NOT TO POLICE, but the lowest rung on the ladder he had to report to..... then forgot about it. How hideous. We expect more from someone who touts himself as an inspirational IDEALISTIC influence on youth. He failed. Joe failed.

He f*cked up bigtime.



(I'll not say another word about the other guy--- the criminal, who is the new face of the Boogeyman --who's done more harm over a score of years than can ever be calculated.) He's the MURDERER OF DREAMS- kid's dreams, our 'wholesome FOOTBALL dreams'. He's scuttled the holy American vision of an 'Andy Hardy world'-- Sandusky's shown us at our worst, and most frighteningly-- our worst is what we are.

This scandal casts a KLIEG LIGHT on a societal recipe that produces the kind of monsters who value REPUTATION over simple human decency; who would put a MONEY-making and a legendary team above the safety and protection of those most vulnerable.

It's hideously perfect, this dark marriage of football and hidden child abuse...it's somehow fitting. It's like a new Rosetta Stone.

It blows the doors off our high opinion of ourselves, with our fetishist love of VICTORY and our illusions of benevolence: we're left with an ugly truth. But so far... it's never set us free. It's never been allowed to... no profit in that. Nothing to sell. No sponsor would want it.

So we'll grope for a DIFFERENT scandal....

some horrible NEWS to chew on. Some late-breaking, LOUD distraction that can be plastered on the covers of the tabloids to pull our minds from collective shame and our own discomfort.

Some new gossip about Lindsay Lohan, or how WAS IT that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop-- could have died so young... (See? We haven't a clue.)

Our myths are KILLING us. Our myths are the reason WHY PATERNO TURNED HIS HEAD and why we're morally dead or dying: when you open a casket -one breath of air, a bit of oxygen, it corrupts. And that's what this story did: it was like Dracula caught in sunlight.

We'll do whatever we can do to either bury it ..... or TOP IT. That's who we are.

A happy lie is all we ever need.


It lets us sleep nights.