I am up to here with eulogies for Joe Paterno. I never cease to be amazed by the fantastic power that death has to erradicate the criminal behavior of the dead. All weekend long Joe paterno has called classy, a man who shaped lives of men, a man who stood out among others as a paragon of vitrue fairplay and a will to to do things the right way.
Here's the truth.
At best...
Joe Paterno was a doddering old man who upon hearing that his lifelong friend was raping little boys in the shower chose to do nothing because he was so senile and befuddled that he didn't know what to do.
At worst...
Joe Paterno was a man who knowingly allowed his friend to rape little boys because he feared it would hurt his ability to recruit football players to help him win so he kept it quiet.
Either way, no matter what he was, he is none of the things he has been lauded to to be. And even though I know it is a wrong and terrible emotion, I am sorry he died before the stink of shame could fully settle and he could fade away into the nothing of obsolescence which is the least his crimes deserved.
And to the Penn State people holding candlelight vigils and somehow blaming the victims after the fact for his death...
it doesn't bear printing here.
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