Blood in the Streets

Aha!  Fiorella predicted it--one more Trump reveal, as if anyone cares at this point. Apparently Donald and his family handle the many lawsuits leveled against their fraudulent enterprises by destroying the paper trail as soon as documentation is requested by the court--and THEY GET AWAY WITH IT.

SHAME! LOCK THEM ALL UP!

American Tragedy

No one won.  Not the young men who had to  reveal  the salacious details of their sexual exploitation to a sensation-seeking world, then submit to a roughing up by a defense attorney.  Not Sandusky, who couldn't figure out why he, a boy at heart, shouldn't engage in  sexual play with actual boys as long as he compensated them with football jerseys.  Not his wife, who will reap the whirlwind.  Not his children, whose world has come crashing down. Not the college, which has not only lost its soul, but will be sued till its wallet also is a goner.  Not McQueary, who's been criticized for not doing what he didn't know he should have done, but if he had, wouldn't have been believed.  Not justice, which, in this case, could never be satisfied until time were turned back.

How sad.

Holding Back

There's a reason that underlings didn't push when it came to reporting Jerry Sandusky: he was a big cheese and they were little ones. Who would be believed and who would lose his job?

Justice is relative to privilege and power. That's what the crucifixion was all about.

Absentee Juror

Fiorella was all primped and primed for jury duty, but she flunked out of her own accord. Yes, the judge gave 150 of us leave to go if we had what we considered to be good excuses, and by then, two hours after she had arrived, Fio did. She had planned to stay the course, but nausea and claustrophobia took its toll. Mostly what we were doing was sitting and waiting, and Fio doesn't handle close spaces or crowds well.

It was all for the best. Fiorella was getting restless and who knows what she might have said or done.