My friend Cindy shared this video on her blog. I thought it was pretty amazing, so I'm sharing it here with you guys. The City of Grand Rapids, Michigan, created this video in response to being in Newsweek's list of America's Dying Cities. I can't imagine a better way to say "In your face, Newsweek!" I think they have sufficiently proven that they are definitely NOT dying. It is long but well worth the watch. Enjoy!
Gotta hand it to Bob Costas to ask the questions that needed asking. Sandusky doesn't sound even remotely convinced of his own proclaimed innocence. He sounds more like he is digging his own grave. At least that is a step in the right direction with this whole scandal. And how about that attorney? He has to be kicking himself for allowing this interview to take place. Of course, if he is dumb enough to say he would "absolutely" leave his children alone with Sandusky, then maybe he isn't the sharpest tack in the box. Congrats, Bob... interview well done.
I can't get the Penn State situation out of my mind. I am so horrified by the chain of events that I can hardly find words. The thesaurus is my friend. Nauseated, shocked, outraged... I am all of those.
How does any adult walk in on a boy about 10 years old "with his hands up against the wall, being subjected to anal intercourse by a naked Sandusky" and NOT step in to save the boy and NOT call the police? What kind of person does that? That's what Mike McQueary did. How does he live with himself? McQueary was not an immature, just-out-of-high-school, 18 year old college student at the time. He was a 28 year old graduate assistant and aspiring coach. It wasn't like he walked in on Sandusky giving a player keys to a car or a new laptop. I would expect him to go up the chain of coaches and the NCAA for that. No, he was witnessing one of the most heinous crimes against a child. He didn't stop the act. He didn't rescue the child. He didn't call the police. I can't wrap my brain around that. Instead, he told Paterno who also failed this child by not calling police.
How does an adult walk in and see Sandusky performing oral sex on a young boy and NOT stop it and NOT call the police? That's what Jim Calhoun, a janitor, did. He told his boss who failed another child by not calling police.
These were eye witnesses. They couldn't fool themselves into denying what they saw. They KNOW what they saw and yet they did nothing to stop it.
It makes me sick. I know we live in a screwed up world. I know there are selfish people who won't give up 4-top tables in coffee shops. I know there are sickos like Sandusky who prey on innocent children. What I didn't know until now was how much football is valued over the lives of children.... and I come from Texas. Texans value their football. I get football, but I don't get this.
This abuse of young boys went on for 15 years. It didn't have to be that way. Calhoun, McQueary, Paterno, Spanier, Curley and Schultz should be ashamed of themselves... or more accurately... disgusted, nauseated, and repulsed with themselves. There is no excuse for not stopping this pedophile. Coach Paterno and Penn State President Spanier have been fired. Athletic Directory Curley and senior vice president Schultz have been arraigned on charges of perjury and failing to report the allegations. Calhoun has alzheimer's and is in a nursing home. McQueary, however, is simply on administrative leave right now. He needs to be fired as well. He witnessed one of these horrific crimes. He should have been fired the same time Paterno was.
Sandusky is the obvious villian here. He was the one assaulting these boys. In my eyes though, the coaching staff and administration at Penn State are his equals. They had the power to stop him, and they didn't. It is incomprehensible.
My faith in the goodness of humanity drops a little more each day. Since when did "witness rape of child and call police" fall behind "protect reputation of a coach and school" in priority? How did those priorities get so screwed up?
My heart goes out to the victims and their families. They have been wronged in so many ways and so many of these families could have been spared the pain if any of the men involved had relied on their conscience, common sense, and compassion rather than hiding under the ego of the Penn State football team. It is vile and sick.
I'm sharing a little more Youtube fun - Jake Bruene and Kurt Schneider. These guys make me smile. You don't necessarily need to watch every video from start to finish, but watch at least a little of each, and watch them in order. These guys are so flippin' talented and creative!
OK, so maybe "survived" is an exaggeration. That would imply the ground actually opened up, swallowed streets and buildings, and trapped people under rubble. This was more of a "knock a few picture frames off the walls" sort of earthquake, but it was rather amazing to live through nonetheless. It is being called a "once in a century" earthquake for the East Coast - felt from Canada down to South Carolina. Considering I have no aspirations of living another century, this is a once in a lifetime event for me. How is it that the rest of my family completely missed out on it?
These were our earthquake experiences today:
Me: I was sitting in my office on the fourth floor when I heard a loud rumbling sound. At first I thought furniture was being moved or work was being done on the building. Then, I realized the entire building was shaking. I looked outside expecting to see some horrible wind storm, or hurricane Irene arriving early, but it was bright and sunny without a whisp of wind. Bomb? Earthquake? What the heck was it?
J.C.: Sitting in his office one floor below mine in the same building, he was listening to loud music through headphones and tapping his feet to the music. He received this message from me: "Holy crap!! What was that?" To which he responded, "What was what?" "The entire building was shaking. It felt like an earthquake. Didn't you feel it? Everybody is out in the hall talking about it!" "Uh... no."
Elise and Nina: We showed up at their school for a parent teacher conference and asked, "So, did you guys feel the earthquake today?" With shocked looks on their faces, they said, "Earthquake??? What? What are you talking about?"
Addison: I picked her up at preschool today and asked her if her room wiggled at all during nap. She said, "Mommy, rooms don't wiggle. That's silly." True. Good point.
So, apparently, I am the lone survivor in this family. I have yet to figure out how the rest of them all missed out on this historic event. How do you not notice when an entire building is SHAKING?
My mom didn't feel it either, but I give her a pass because she was driving at the time. My poor old dad was glad to hear it was an earthquake. He thought he was hallucinating that the couch was moving... quite a relief to find out it actually was.
So, if you live on the East Coast, what's your earthquake story?
After my ranting post yesterday, I thought I'd share something that made me smile this morning. Check out this kid, Sam Tsui, on YouTube. He does ALL the vocals on these videos. I'm not sure what I'm more impressed with, his singing, or the video editing! Both are very impressive. Apparently, he has been around for a while, so you may have already seen these. This was my first introduction to him though, and I think he's fantastic! Enjoy!
Earlier this week, my good friend C over at Brightenthecorner posted What Do You Know? - a game to post at least five things you know. Following in her footsteps, here are five things I know.
1. I know that I have some sort of civic black cloud of karma over me this week. On Tuesday, I got summoned for jury duty. On Wednesday, I got pulled over and received a ticket for an expired registration. The court dates for both are in the same week. Good times.
2. I know that the politically correct thing for me to say is that I will miss Elise horribly while she is at camp this week, and that it pains me to even think of my child being away from me for a week. That said, I can't wait. I think Elise will have a ball. I always loved summer camp as a child, and I know she will too. Also, a week of just two children in the house sounds so quiet, peaceful, and relaxing.
3. I know that I don't like Dunkin' Donuts. The Daylight Donuts near us went out of business, so we were stuck with Dunkin this morning for breakfast. I don't like them. I don't know why it is so popular. They don't make good donuts.
4. I know that my poor husband was in a bike wreck yesterday and is pretty beat up. He injured his ribs and wrist, and is all scraped up on his face and back.
5. I know that round trip flights to San Antonio right now are only $160. I really want to go down there to see C and some other friends who are going to the Hill Country Hyatt in August, but J.C. is going to be out of town, so I don't think I can make it work. Wah.
So there you go... five things I know. What do you know?
You are on your own, living it up in college or your first apartment. You don't have to answer to mom or dad about where you are going, what you are wearing, or what time you come home. You are loving the independence. I get that. I was 20-something once too. That said, being independent and being an adult comes with some responsibilities. One of those responsibilities is knowing how to dress appropriately for a funeral or memorial service. You clearly haven't mastered this one yet, so let me help.
1. Choose something classic, tasteful, and at least a little dressy. If you see a dress or skirt that you would describe as "something my mom would wear" and roll your eyes, then you're probably going in the right direction. Black is fine, but a modest and classy style is more important than color. Think Princess Kate, not Katy Perry when looking for inspiration.
2. While shoes like this may seem ideal because they are black, they really aren't appropriate for a funeral. Try going a little understated... more Lady Di, and less Lady Gaga.
3. Short shorts are never a good choice, even when they are black.
4. If your skinny pencil skirt is so tight that it is obvious to everyone in attendance that there is no way you could possibly be wearing underwear because there isn't a panty-line or thong-line in sight, then it is too tight for a funeral.
5. If you are positive you have the perfect outfit, please look in the mirror before you leave the house. While that black suit jacket is stylish, classic and very Jackie O, the skirt that barely covers your cootchie is not. Save the skirt for going out on the town, and throw on a pair of black slacks instead. You'll thank me later.
6. While I admit the "control top" part of control top pantyhose does indeed look a bit like bike shorts, that part is not meant to be seen. I realize this is confusing, but just trust me on this one.
Thanks to your choices in attire this past weekend, I now have a new topic of discussion I need to add to my list of "things I need to make sure my children know before they go away to college." Thank you.