Happy Valley

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I'm disgusted again.

I thought Joe Paterno was a cool guy. He talked a great game. It was more than football. It was about educating young men. He always seemed to say the right thing.

As the new disgusting story of the day goes one of Joe's assistant coaches saw one of Joe's former coaches anally raping a ten-year-old boy in the shower. This allegedly happened in 2002.

Over the weekend Joe released a statement that way back then he did what he was supposed to do by calling it in. He is shocked and saddened.

Okay, Joe...that's fine. Keep your job, your millions and your legacy. No biggie.

Seriously?

I am actually sick to my stomach thinking about this one. Why in the world, when you took that phone call didn't you hold an immediate press conference, call 911 and bitch slap the guy until he owned up to his sick mind?

I'll tell you why...because you only gave a crap for your legacy and all that you built over your big, impressive career and that maybe it would cost you money.

It's a ten year old boy!

And now there are people saying that Paterno has earned the right to quit when he wants to and that the program will do things better from now on and that Joe is shocked and saddened.

You didn't do what a man is supposed to do!

If you saw your neighbor beating the shit out of his wife would you not make the call? If you saw someone shoot someone on the street would you pretend that you're blind?

I can keep coming up with examples, but there's nothing as vile as what you did, except of course, for what your coach did. And you knew all about it! And he spent nine more years attacking innocent children, while you prayed it would be okay so no one would say something bad about you.

10 years old!

Quit. Go sit in a chair somewhere and never show your wrinkled face in public again.

You're an asshole.

How's that for Happy Valley?

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