classy, but unless it comes with an umbrella big enough to protect all of happy valley it rings hallow. Its raining shiat out there, and even tho the majority will land on the people who were feeding the diety/devil of your choice fiber bars, it is still going to cause quite a bit of collateral damage.

You know that officials in Miami, Columbus, Chapel Hill, Los Angeles, and several other cities have breathed an amoral sigh of relief this week.

I remember this past spring around Columbus, where I saw grown men moping around, on the verge of tears, like they had just been told Santa Claus wasn't real. Sports fans build a pretty big cult of personality around their heros, and it's pretty crushing when they find out they're not gods.

Why the fark is this shiat getting greenlit? This is one of the more shocking and perhaps the most disgusting scandal in at least recent sports memory. This is about child rape, rape not whatever euphemisms are being used by most in the media, and a culture of complicity and sports and school over justice and stopping abuses.

Who gives a fark if some drunk college kids are bummed their exploited unpaid student athletes might lose a football game or get taunted by opposing drunk jock idiot fans.

How did those church goers file into their pews after the child sex scandal that rocked New England?

So child rape deserves our sympathies now?

Seriously, what the fark is wrong with people who like college football

Orange Rhyming Dictionary: So child rape deserves our sympathies now?

Seriously, what the fark is wrong with people who like college football

Where in this article did the author support, condone, or sympathize with child rape or child rapists?

"Dear _________ Fan/Alumni,

You don't know me. Sure, we may have seen each other once or twice at a road game or a tailgate, but aside from a passing glance, and an occasional hello, we are strangers. Heck, we're actually more like enemies. After all, I'm a fan of _______, or ____ as you might call it. Since you guys joined the ______ Conference in the early-90s we've built a pretty spirited rivalry, with more than its fair share of heroics, heartbreaks, and triumphs. To be sure, we've both crossed the line on occasion. Urine balloon barbs and incontinence jabs have clouded the fact that we're actually not that different, you and I. We're both proud disciples of two of the most storied programs in all of college football, and although you'd be hard pressed to get a _______ fan to say it to your face, we respect the hell out of you and your traditions.

I'm writing because I know how you feel right now. The actions of your beloved president, coach, and athletic director have shaken your program to the core and have threatened your own faith in humanity. You're shocked that someone you idolized could have done something so stupid, so selfish, so infuriatingly contradictory to the values they spent decades promoting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not comparing what happened in _______ to what's alleged to have happened in _______. Only Bob Ryan is stupid enough to draw that parallel. What I am saying is that I know what it feels like to have a personal hero disgraced. To watch someone you admire, who did more good in a week than most of us do in our entire lifetimes get publicly shamed, and forced out under a cover of darkness. To see a legacy irrevocably stained and treasured accomplishments tarnished. To have one person's mistakes drag your university's good name through the mud. To be labeled an accomplice to the crime by virtue of your fan allegiances.

As I was driving to work this morning, I heard one of your own call in to The Herd and explain that he didn't know how he was going to unapologetic-ally put on the ______-_ and sing ________ this Saturday. He's not the only one to express that sentiment. Perhaps you're feeling a little this way.

This is what I want to say to you. You are not _______. You are not ________. You are not _________. You are not ________, and you are sure as hell not _________. Their alleged sins are not your own. They may be the most recognizable faces of your beloved program, but they are not _________. They are not a ___ year old center of higher learning. They are not a century of football tradition. Their flaws cannot eclipse the innumerable scientific, artistic, and humanitarian contributions your university, and its 44,000 students and 570,000 living alumni have made and will continue to make to the world at large.

The spirit of a program, of a university, and of a state is so much bigger than any one person.

So do yourself a favor, and stop thinking about _______. No amount of discussion can change what happened, and his bed is made for better or worse. Recognize that only time can tell how he will be remembered. (For what it's worth, I hope beyond hope that the facts turn out favorably.) Say a prayer for the children, and on Saturday, put on your Silas Redd jersey, brave the cold, and cheer your ass off for your team.
Not because you support the coaches, because you support the men on the field. Not because you endorse the administration, because you believe in the University as a collective whole. __________ has always been (and will always be) about one thing and one thing only: making life better.

It's not just a motto, it's a mission. And you're still a part of that.

Pray for the children. Cheer for the team. And in two weeks, make the drive to __________, so you can watch us bury your ________ title aspirations in person.

Sincerely,

____________

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tdyak: "Dear RAPE Fan/Alumni,

You don't know me. Sure, we may have seen each other once or twice at a road game or a tailgate, but aside from a passing glance, and an occasional hello, we are strangers. Heck, we're actually more like enemies. After all, I'm a fan of RAPE, or RAPE, as you might call it. Since you guys joined the RAPE Conference in the early-90s we've built a pretty spirited rivalry, with more than its fair share of heroics, heartbreaks, and triumphs. To be sure, we've both crossed the line on occasion. Urine balloon barbs and incontinence jabs have clouded the fact that we're actually not that different, you and I. We're both proud disciples of two of the most storied programs in all of college football, and although you'd be hard pressed to get a RAPE fan to say it to your face, we respect the hell out of you and your traditions.

I'm writing because I know how you feel right now. The actions of your beloved president, coach, and athletic director have shaken your program to the core and have threatened your own faith in humanity. You're shocked that someone you idolized could have done something so stupid, so selfish, so infuriatingly contradictory to the values they spent decades promoting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not comparing what happened in RAPE to what's alleged to have happened in RAPE. Only Bob Ryan is stupid enough to draw that parallel. What I am saying is that I know what it feels like to have a personal hero disgraced. To watch someone you admire, who did more good in a week than most of us do in our entire lifetimes get publicly shamed, and forced out under a cover of darkness. To see a legacy irrevocably stained and treasured accomplishments tarnished. To have one person's mistakes drag your university's good name through the mud. To be labeled an accomplice to the crime by virtue of your fan allegiances.

As I was driving to work this morning, I heard one of your own call in to The Herd and explain that he didn't know how he was going to unapologetic-ally put on the RAPE and sing RAPE this Saturday. He's not the only one to express that sentiment. Perhaps you're feeling a little this way.

This is what I want to say to you. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE, and you are sure as hell not RAPE. Their alleged sins are not your own. They may be the most recognizable faces of your beloved program, but they are not RAPE. They are not a RAPE year old center of higher learning. They are not a century of football tradition. Their flaws cannot eclipse the innumerable scientific, artistic, and humanitarian contributions your university, and its 44,000 students and 570,000 living alumni have made and will continue to make to the world at large.

The spirit of a program, of a university, and of a state is so much bigger than any one person.

So do yourself a favor, and stop thinking about RAPE. No amount of discussion can change what happened, and his bed is made for better or worse. Recognize that only time can tell how he will be remembered. (For what it's worth, I hope beyond hope that the facts turn out favorably.) Say a prayer for the children, and on Saturday, put on your Silas Redd jersey, brave the cold, and cheer your ass off for your team.
Not because you support the coaches, because you support the men on the field. Not because you endorse the administration, because you believe in the University as a collective whole. RAPE has always been (and will always be) about one thing and one thing only: making life better.

It's not just a motto, it's a mission. And you're still a part of that.

Pray for the children. Cheer for the team. And in two weeks, make the drive to RAPE so you can watch us bury your RAPE
Sincerely,

RAPE

-
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tdyak: Fill in the blanks Mad-Libs style. Entertain and don't disappoint farkers.


"Dear butts Fan/Alumni,

You don't know me. Sure, we may have seen each other once or twice at a road game or a tailgate, but aside from a passing glance, and an occasional hello, we are strangers. Heck, we're actually more like enemies. After all, I'm a fan of Deep Space 9, or Terok Nor as you might call it. Since you guys joined the Furry Conference in the early-90s we've built a pretty spirited rivalry, with more than its fair share of heroics, heartbreaks, and triumphs. To be sure, we've both crossed the line on occasion. Urine balloon barbs and incontinence jabs have clouded the fact that we're actually not that different, you and I. We're both proud disciples of two of the most storied programs in all of college football, and although you'd be hard pressed to get a ceiling fan to say it to your face, we respect the hell out of you and your traditions.

I'm writing because I know how you feel right now. The actions of your beloved president, coach, and athletic director have shaken your program to the core and have threatened your own faith in humanity. You're shocked that someone you idolized could have done something so stupid, so selfish, so infuriatingly contradictory to the values they spent decades promoting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not comparing what happened in your butt to what's alleged to have happened in your face. Only Bob Loblaw is stupid enough to draw that parallel. What I am saying is that I know what it feels like to have a personal hero disgraced. To watch someone you admire, who did more good in a week than most of us do in our entire lifetimes get publicly shamed, and forced out under a cover of darkness. To see a legacy irrevocably stained and treasured accomplishments tarnished. To have one person's mistakes drag your university's good name through the mud. To be labeled an accomplice to the crime by virtue of your fan allegiances.

As I was driving to work this morning, I heard one of your own call in to The Herd and explain that he didn't know how he was going to unapologetically put on the ritz and sing really gay this Saturday. He's not the only one to express that sentiment. Perhaps you're feeling a little this way.

This is what I want to say to you. You are not smart. You are not pretty. You are not loved by your parents. You are not respected, and you are sure as hell not worth the five dollar footlong I gave you. Their alleged sins are not your own. They may be the most recognizable faces of your beloved program, but they are not wearing pants. They are not a 69 year old center of higher learning. They are not a century of football tradition. Their flaws cannot eclipse the innumerable scientific, artistic, and humanitarian contributions your university, and its 44,000 students and 570,000 living alumni have made and will continue to make to the world at large.

The spirit of a program, of a university, and of a state is so much bigger than any one person.

So do yourself a favor, and stop thinking about little boys. No amount of discussion can change what happened, and his bed is made for better or worse. Recognize that only time can tell how he will be remembered. (For what it's worth, I hope beyond hope that the facts turn out favorably.) Say a prayer for the children, and on Saturday, put on your Silas Redd jersey, brave the cold, and cheer your ass off for your team.
Not because you support the coaches, because you support the men on the field. Not because you endorse the administration, because you believe in the University as a collective whole. Crystal Meth has always been (and will always be) about one thing and one thing only: making life better.

It's not just a motto, it's a mission. And you're still a part of that.

Pray for the children. Cheer for the team. And in two weeks, make the drive to the quarry, so you can watch us bury your mother and title aspirations in person.

Sincerely,

Kevin Nealon

UNC_Samurai: You know that officials in Miami, Columbus, Chapel Hill, Los Angeles, and several other cities have breathed an amoral sigh of relief this week.

Yeah. If I were an a college AD and had any sort of NCAA violations to self report I think today would be the day to clean out the closet.

UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: I blame every single person who has ever watched a Penn State football game, whether on TV, or in person. You're all fired.


I blame everyone who has posted in a Penn State-related thread, whether it be pro or anti Paterno. This includes me. Each one of us is no better than Sandusky. I propose a group suicide at noon today. It's the only honorable way out.

KanedaJD: tdyak: "Dear RAPE Fan/Alumni,

You don't know me. Sure, we may have seen each other once or twice at a road game or a tailgate, but aside from a passing glance, and an occasional hello, we are strangers. Heck, we're actually more like enemies. After all, I'm a fan of RAPE, or RAPE, as you might call it. Since you guys joined the RAPE Conference in the early-90s we've built a pretty spirited rivalry, with more than its fair share of heroics, heartbreaks, and triumphs. To be sure, we've both crossed the line on occasion. Urine balloon barbs and incontinence jabs have clouded the fact that we're actually not that different, you and I. We're both proud disciples of two of the most storied programs in all of college football, and although you'd be hard pressed to get a RAPE fan to say it to your face, we respect the hell out of you and your traditions.

I'm writing because I know how you feel right now. The actions of your beloved president, coach, and athletic director have shaken your program to the core and have threatened your own faith in humanity. You're shocked that someone you idolized could have done something so stupid, so selfish, so infuriatingly contradictory to the values they spent decades promoting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not comparing what happened in RAPE to what's alleged to have happened in RAPE. Only Bob Ryan is stupid enough to draw that parallel. What I am saying is that I know what it feels like to have a personal hero disgraced. To watch someone you admire, who did more good in a week than most of us do in our entire lifetimes get publicly shamed, and forced out under a cover of darkness. To see a legacy irrevocably stained and treasured accomplishments tarnished. To have one person's mistakes drag your university's good name through the mud. To be labeled an accomplice to the crime by virtue of your fan allegiances.

As I was driving to work this morning, I heard one of your own call in to The Herd and explain that he didn't know how he was going to unapologetic-ally put on the RAPE and sing RAPE this Saturday. He's not the only one to express that sentiment. Perhaps you're feeling a little this way.

This is what I want to say to you. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE, and you are sure as hell not RAPE. Their alleged sins are not your own. They may be the most recognizable faces of your beloved program, but they are not RAPE. They are not a RAPE year old center of higher learning. They are not a century of football tradition. Their flaws cannot eclipse the innumerable scientific, artistic, and humanitarian contributions your university, and its 44,000 students and 570,000 living alumni have made and will continue to make to the world at large.

The spirit of a program, of a university, and of a state is so much bigger than any one person.

So do yourself a favor, and stop thinking about RAPE. No amount of discussion can change what happened, and his bed is made for better or worse. Recognize that only time can tell how he will be remembered. (For what it's worth, I hope beyond hope that the facts turn out favorably.) Say a prayer for the children, and on Saturday, put on your Silas Redd jersey, brave the cold, and cheer your ass off for your team.
Not because you support the coaches, because you support the men on the field. Not because you endorse the administration, because you believe in the University as a collective whole. RAPE has always been (and will always be) about one thing and one thing only: making life better.

It's not just a motto, it's a mission. And you're still a part of that.

Pray for the children. Cheer for the team. And in two weeks, make the drive to RAPE so you can watch us bury your RAPE
Sincerely,

RAPE

-
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You said rape 21 times.

As I was driving to work this morning, I heard one of your own call in to The Herd and explain that he didn't know how he was going to unapologetically put on the Blue and White and sing "Fight On, State" this Saturday.

Of COURSE a Buckeye is listening to The Herd.

The spirit of a program, of a university, and of a state is so much bigger than any one person.

Except in this case, the entire program and university are at fault for covering it up. The shame belongs to the institution.

/still going to root for PSU over OSU forever

When I was in school, the "worst" thing I saw athletes get was no cover at the bars and discounts on cell phones and tattoos (not OSU).

the_vegetarian_cannibal: You said rape 21 times.

Blackjack!

The worst thing I saw when I was in school was some red head not minding his own business. Grade school was tough.

Fabric_Man: I remember this past spring around Columbus, where I saw grown men moping around, on the verge of tears, like they had just been told Santa Claus wasn't real. Sports fans build a pretty big cult of personality around their heros, and it's pretty crushing when they find out they're not gods.

WHAT?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Columbus was a funny place to be livin' then. Especially if you don't give a fark about football.

I care about hockey. So I'm one of the mopey farks now.

Weigard: Except in this case, the entire program and university are at fault for covering it up. The shame belongs to the institution.

This. When the entire institution fails, you can't just blame the individuals.

Man, football fans are an odd bunch...

PowerSlacker: Weigard: Except in this case, the entire program and university are at fault for covering it up. The shame belongs to the institution.

This. When the entire institution fails, you can't just blame the individuals.

And if you blame the institution, isn't this an indictment of the United States of America?

Fark Joe Pa. Right up the arse.

KanedaJD: tdyak: "Dear RAPE Fan/Alumni,

You don't know me. Sure, we may have seen each other once or twice at a road game or a tailgate, but aside from a passing glance, and an occasional hello, we are strangers. Heck, we're actually more like enemies. After all, I'm a fan of RAPE, or RAPE, as you might call it. Since you guys joined the RAPE Conference in the early-90s we've built a pretty spirited rivalry, with more than its fair share of heroics, heartbreaks, and triumphs. To be sure, we've both crossed the line on occasion. Urine balloon barbs and incontinence jabs have clouded the fact that we're actually not that different, you and I. We're both proud disciples of two of the most storied programs in all of college football, and although you'd be hard pressed to get a RAPE fan to say it to your face, we respect the hell out of you and your traditions.

I'm writing because I know how you feel right now. The actions of your beloved president, coach, and athletic director have shaken your program to the core and have threatened your own faith in humanity. You're shocked that someone you idolized could have done something so stupid, so selfish, so infuriatingly contradictory to the values they spent decades promoting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not comparing what happened in RAPE to what's alleged to have happened in RAPE. Only Bob Ryan is stupid enough to draw that parallel. What I am saying is that I know what it feels like to have a personal hero disgraced. To watch someone you admire, who did more good in a week than most of us do in our entire lifetimes get publicly shamed, and forced out under a cover of darkness. To see a legacy irrevocably stained and treasured accomplishments tarnished. To have one person's mistakes drag your university's good name through the mud. To be labeled an accomplice to the crime by virtue of your fan allegiances.

As I was driving to work this morning, I heard one of your own call in to The Herd and explain that he didn't know how he was going to unapologetic-ally put on the RAPE and sing RAPE this Saturday. He's not the only one to express that sentiment. Perhaps you're feeling a little this way.

This is what I want to say to you. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE. You are not RAPE, and you are sure as hell not RAPE. Their alleged sins are not your own. They may be the most recognizable faces of your beloved program, but they are not RAPE. They are not a RAPE year old center of higher learning. They are not a century of football tradition. Their flaws cannot eclipse the innumerable scientific, artistic, and humanitarian contributions your university, and its 44,000 students and 570,000 living alumni have made and will continue to make to the world at large.

The spirit of a program, of a university, and of a state is so much bigger than any one person.

So do yourself a favor, and stop thinking about RAPE. No amount of discussion can change what happened, and his bed is made for better or worse. Recognize that only time can tell how he will be remembered. (For what it's worth, I hope beyond hope that the facts turn out favorably.) Say a prayer for the children, and on Saturday, put on your Silas Redd jersey, brave the cold, and cheer your ass off for your team.
Not because you support the coaches, because you support the men on the field. Not because you endorse the administration, because you believe in the University as a collective whole. RAPE has always been (and will always be) about one thing and one thing only: making life better.

It's not just a motto, it's a mission. And you're still a part of that.

Pray for the children. Cheer for the team. And in two weeks, make the drive to RAPE so you can watch us bury your RAPE
Sincerely,

RAPE

-
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_{I laughed at this.}

PowerSlacker: Weigard: Except in this case, the entire program and university are at fault for covering it up. The shame belongs to the institution.

This. When the entire institution fails, you can't just blame the individuals.

An institution is a mere abstraction, incapable of thought or action. It is only individuals who are ultimately responsible, as only they have the capacity for it.

That said, they should fire every single person who knew, and charge them all with conspiracy to cover up criminal activity. Once the world sees JoePa sitting in a cell, perhaps other individuals may no longer feel so comfortable defending their own institutions at all costs.

Otherwise, they can continue to rationalize their own silent criminality.

WE ARE

STATE PENN!

WE ARE

STATE PENN!

sprawl15: Terok Nor

I don't know what that is, but this is what it made me think of:

I'm offended that Joe Paterno has been fired but Glenn Beck still has a radio show.

Nobody at Penn State was accused of murder.

Medical Toilet: I'm offended that Joe Paterno has been fired but Glenn Beck still has a radio show.

Nobody at Penn State was accused of murder.

Yet.

Medical Toilet: I'm offended that Joe Paterno has been fired but Glenn Beck still has a radio show.

Nobody at Penn State was accused of murder.

That game against Iowa in 2004 was a crime against humanity.

There are two major differences between the two cases. One is a huge deal, one is not. One impacted results of games, one did not. One of these two favors PSU, one favors Tosu.

//Gee and the AD should have been fired (or allowed to retire if you wish) along with Tressel.

//No matter how many times it is said on TV and brought up in print Tosu did not win a share of the Big 10 championship last year, technically they played no games.

GoodyearPimp: sprawl15: Terok Nor

I don't know what that is, but this is what it made me think of:
[shirtoid.com image 350x210]

It's the Cardassian name for DS9.

/no, not the stupid bimbo with the giant ass

Ok dammit, I'm going to be the first:

Why does Jerry Sandusky have sex with 10 year old boys in the shower?
Because if he slicks their hair back, they look 8

/too soon, don't care

baorao: UNC_Samurai: You know that officials in Miami, Columbus, Chapel Hill, Los Angeles, and several other cities have breathed an amoral sigh of relief this week.

Yeah. If I were an a college AD and had any sort of NCAA violations to self report I think today would be the day to clean out the closet.

Like this guy did?

iron_city_ap: baorao: UNC_Samurai: You know that officials in Miami, Columbus, Chapel Hill, Los Angeles, and several other cities have breathed an amoral sigh of relief this week.

Yeah. If I were an a college AD and had any sort of NCAA violations to self report I think today would be the day to clean out the closet.

Like this guy did?

exactly. I read that link and I have no interest in what that guy did because it seems so trivial by comparison.

Debeo Summa Credo: UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: I blame every single person who has ever watched a Penn State football game, whether on TV, or in person. You're all fired.

I blame everyone who has posted in a Penn State-related thread, whether it be pro or anti Paterno. This includes me. Each one of us is no better than Sandusky. I propose a group suicide at noon today. It's the only honorable way out.

This is the most reasonable thing I've read on teh interwebs during this tragic debacle.

In reality, this is much bigger than Penn State. In 1998, the campus police, the Dept of Child Welfare, and the Centre County DA's office all knew about allegations - the latter two well outside Penn State jurisdiction (we hope!), but did NOTHING. In fact the DA simply said 'Case Closed' and that was the end of it. Even though police listened in on the conversation between Sandusky and a victim's mother where he admitted as much that he was 'inappropriate, knew he wouldn't get her forgiveness, and wished he was dead.' (Why couldn't he have acted on that desire instead?) Perhaps that call was inadmissible evidence, but no one thought it was worth to keep a close tag on this monster?

I was just going to advocate nuking Centre County because that 'blind eye' disease spread far beyond the campus walls.

UNSympathetic open letter to Penn State fans from a 10 year old brownBuckeye

Dear PSU,
DIAF

Short version...

"It's not your fault"

Weigard: /still going to root for PSU over OSU forever

I had the same thought. Does that mean I'm going to hell?