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Nittany Monsters – The Penn State Five

July 12, 2012 in Crime and Punishment, Dicks, Sports

So now that the Freeh, Sporkin & Sullivan report has hit the newsstands, and we have the details of the absolutely nauseating Penn State child molestation cover-up, we can now quit pretending that some magical piece of evidence is going to appear that will elevate criminals Joe Paterno et al to anything above the type of human excrement who would allow a monster like Sandusky to not only go unpunished, but also provide him an infrastructure to keep raping young boys. It was the molestation of an eleven-year old boy in 1998 that informed these powerful men that they had a child molester in their midst, but it was their deliberate indifference that allowed him to access future victims and bring them to the chamber of tortures that the Lasch Building shower became.
Joe Paterno had a big name because he won a lot of games coaching a sport that, in the grand scheme of things, means absolutely nothing. Read the rest of this entry →

No Rest for the Wicked: Why Joe Paterno Does Not Get A Pass

January 22, 2012 in Crime and Punishment

If you've read the grand jury report surrounding the Jerry Sandusky sex abuse crimes, you'll agree that there are plenty of despicable people at Penn State who should not only be shrouded in public humiliation, but should also do some hard jail time.

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Cropped Cop Drug Planting Video Fails to Tell The Full Story

January 4, 2012 in Crime and Punishment, Gawker

Yesterday, one of our friends posted a story on Facebook that our former mother ship indirectly snatched from the Utica Phoenix entitled "Genius Cops Caught Apparently Planting Evidence By Own Dash Camera." It featured the following video from YouTube:

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The Complaint

November 21, 2011 in Crime and Punishment

On Cinco de Mayo of this year, I was working at an off-duty detail for extra money at a local department store. I was in the car—probably typing or editing something for this blog—but I honestly don't remember what I was doing. At about nine o'clock the dispatcher came over the radio with a car crash that was just south of my location—about half a mile away. Normally a crash wouldn't take me off of my detail, but the notes said that it was a three-car collision where multiple children had been ejected from the vehicle and were lying dead in the street. 

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The Cover Up

November 10, 2011 in Crime and Punishment

Fuck You!There was the little boy, so innocent even after having been through a lifetime of horrors in the span of six months. He was abused at the hands of a trusted individual, an established pillar of society. The same individual worked for the God of Happy Valley and coached the college football team for forty-six years. After being told what happened the god brushed it under the rug without so much as a follow up on the allegations, and so more victims endured the same fate as the young child. After being sodomized and forced to give oral sex, this victim was showered with gifts and promised a starting position on the football team. What drove this monster to commit these disgusting acts? The fact that he could get away with it. After the second alleged rape took place in the football locker room there was nothing done and this poor excuse for a human being still had access to a youth program and use of all the facilities. Why has it come to this in society? It has gone from point shaving, illegal recruiting and blue chip prospects to child molestation and cover-ups. The only thing left to say is FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU PENN STATE, FUCK YOU JOE PATERNO, FUCK YOU JERRY SANDUSKY, AND FUCK YOU TO THE WHOLE FACULTY AND STUDENT BODY for sticking up for and anointing a football coach a god. You made it loud and clear to the (so far) ten victims that he owned you and everything in it and could do no wrong.

Tales From the Mall Food Court: Guns and Soup

October 22, 2011 in Crime and Punishment, Food And Drink

Although the following story is based on true events, the author categorically denies actually violating any of the general orders of the Flamingo Coral Beach Hills Gardens Police Department. Furthermore, anyone who is interested in enforcing the oppressive and nonsensical rules of police work should not read beyond this point. 

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I am an intruder. 

I am the unwelcome sludge that seeps into the daily conversation of their lives. 

I do not belong here. They know it. I know it.

Still, their faces are welcoming and their hand gestures affable. And although there is no genuine interest in who or what I am, they do want to know something about me: how much I am spending, and how fast can I leave when I'm done.

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The Ethics of Rioting

August 11, 2011 in Crime and Punishment

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Blame The Victim!

August 4, 2011 in Crime and Punishment

Some of you may know that I have a part-time gig keeping the peace in a mid-sized Florida suburb. My beat is an insignificant berg that we’ll call Flamingo Coral Beach Hills Gardens (because that’s as many Florida references as I can stack into a city moniker without it toppling over). It’s the kind of place where people come once their dreams have been ground into a fine odorless crystalline powder and sold on the street as Splenda—a place for those who prefer anonymity to success or mattering or otherwise being a part of the human race. Our major crime trends are depressed people urinating on the sides of buildings, pit bull attacks on newborns, and vehicle smash and grabs.

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He Who Shall Not Be Named

July 28, 2011 in Crime and Punishment

As usual, I’m probably late to the game on this one, and the situation will have changed by the time you read this. What can I say? I don’t “do” Twitter, and I still get most of my news from, *gasp,* the newspaper. It’s not very efficient, I know, but I admit to shamelessly romanticizing The Old Days, and I still like the idea of getting The Scoop from “crusty but benign” characters like Jason Robards and William Holden. (Yes, I am aware that those are actors, and not journalists.)  Plus, that familiar, crackling rustle of the pages just goes so much better with the taste of coffee in the morning, even if pretty much every woman I’ve ever loved has included “that fucking pile of newspapers in the corner,” among the reasons she was breaking up with me. Read the rest of this entry →