He's the child molester from Penn State
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He's the child molester from Penn State
Yeah.
@Niya, you can probably look him up, but he was an assistant coach at Penn State, a major university in the US, and is now serving a very long sentence for sexually molesting boys. It was quite an infamous case a few years back. So, anybody who uses that name is not using it by accident. They are either supporters of the person (there are a few who believe he was innocent despite numerous accusations and observed actions), or they agree with his actions, or they don't. In the latter case, the name is not one that they would be using if they had any intention of sticking around for any length of time, as it is clearly an albatross about the neck.
The evidence was pretty clearly against him, I can't see why anyone would think otherwise.Quote:
(there are a few who believe he was innocent despite numerous accusations and observed actions)
Now I really don't think the actions against Joe Paterno were acceptable. He did report Sandusky to his supervisor, but he didn't report Sandusky to the police. Even Paterno has regrets for not going to the police...
I see. In any case, I think its a bit overkill to ban someone for using such a handle. How many people would actually know who that is ? I didn't.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker
I didn't ban him for that reason.
People are weird. I heard that Timothy McVeigh received several marriage proposals while he was on death row. If that is true, then there really isn't much that can be said about the human race other than: The diversity is amazing. After all, just where could such a relationship lead?
As for Joe Paterno, I was surprised at how thoroughly he was dethroned over the whole incident. I've always figured that there must be more to it than what bits I heard out in Idaho. I realize that Penn State is a world unto itself like few universities in the country. Emotions run pretty high over that place and its football. I assume that had I been there, immersed in all the news that must have been coming out in print, rumor mill, blogosphere, and every other possible way real or imagined, that there must have been some kind of concensus that his failing was worse than what I heard. It may not even have been fair, but there must have been a total, public, firestorm around him. It may have been driven by rumor and falsehoods, but the result is pretty clear: Deserved or not, he lost the faith of his followers like few others in recent memory. Heck, they took down his statue.
I can't really go over the reasoning's for a moderator/admin banning somebody, but take it at my word that it was done justly.
Well, sharpen your finger, I think he's back.
I realize he wasn't banned because of his name. My point was that anybody who is using that name didn't choose it at random, nor is it likely to be their nickname (better not be), or some pet name. In short, I think it would be an example of a disposable name from a person who didn't expect to linger.
Then I noticed that he signed up last December and managed not to get banned until yesterday. Still, you have a new report, and will get to decide again.
I don't suppose you know what next weeks lottery numbers are do you?Quote:
I have a feeling that he'll probably create a new username to get around the ban.
I suspect the choice of name was just sick childish humour more than anything else. Given the sorts of questions he was asking I think he was probably just the sort who thought it was funny.
The Post Race has fallen several slots down, so I had to add something while waiting for Jerry Sandusky to return from pergatory.
Not following. What do you mean by "fallen several slots down"?
It's fallen from being the first thread in the Chit-Chat.
I don't see any point in being precise in my terminology in this thread. After all, if I did see a point in anything in this thread, then perhaps I had found the needle in this haystack.
The post race is the point of life I thought.
A blunt point, at best.
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I can't do 15k of :spam:
I suppose I'm :spam:ing it up
15k of spam would be awful. Heck, just doing 144 would be gross enough.
And here I thought Post Race was just an area for blithering nimrods to blather.
I said to myself. "Hey I'm nimrod and blatantly full of blithe blather and bluster."
Try saying that with Novocain in your gums. That'll sound funny!Quote:
Hey I'm nimrod and blatantly full of blithe blather and bluster
"Heyuh m a nembmod n bmabantee fum of bmith bmathah n bmustah."
It'll look kind of funny, too.
Are 'gummy' bears in the food pyramid for those who've had their teeth removed?
I thought those were just elderly bears.
I believe that's the first time I've ever encountered the words "gummy bears" and "food" in the same sentence.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gruff
Bright colored artificially flavored gelatin. Mmmmm yum..
Went to the Gobel warming party in Gobel Oregon.
Worked up a sweat.
Took a trip to Gladstone Oregon.
Found a few rocks that pleased me.
Visited Boring Oregon.
(Need I say more?)
I may have been to boring OR, but I slept through it.
What rocks pleased you? Are you a rock-hound?
I was a rock collector (and fossil a hound) in my youth.
Gave it up when my closet weighed more than my car. :)
In any case I move too much these days to be carting around that kind of stuff.
I recently visited the town of Milford, but I didn't see a single MILF. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker
Used to live East of West Linn Oregon, but we didn't call it East Linn.
Went to Bend Oregon to straighten some things out.
Dammed up for some time in Beaverton Oregon.
Believe it or not there are no falls in Klamath Falls Oregon.
Wasn't a bit merry in Sherwood Oregon.
Did you have Sherry in Merwood?
"It's pronounced Cherie!"
That's a bus stop quote.
I always found bus rides to be long, stressful, and exhausting.
And the company? Talk about retched refuse.
(You can quote me on that.)
I found them to be fascinating.
I spent a night in the Pittsburg bus station back when I was in college. What a strange assortment of characters there was, too. One semi-deranged homeless guy, a family of what I took to be Amish, though they might have also been some Jewish orthodox sect, a guy in a leisure suit with a bible and nothing else, and a somewhat frightened looking family, along with a few others who didn't stand out all that much.
The leisure suit guy tried hard to sleep, but wherever he lay down, the security guard soon rousted him. It was ok to sleep sitting up, and it was ok to stay awake all night, it just wasn't ok to lie down. At one point, I went into the bathroom, which was old enough to have a shoe-shine station, and found him lying on the very narrow bench of the shoe-shine station. That meant that he was trying to sleep on a bench that was about six feet off the floor and was only about half a foot wide.
At a later point, the leisure suit guy got talking to the Amish guy about biblical things. I was kind of trying to avoid the leisure suit guy as I assumed the bible thing was that he was an evangelical of some kind who would talk my ear off. The homeless guy and I listened to a bit of the discussion between leisure suit guy and Amish guy, which prompted the homeless guy to ask me what city we were in. I told him, and he made a profound declaration along the lines of, "red is blue, blue is red, colors are beautiful. I like this town. I think I'll stay here."
A bit later on, leisure suit guy began talking to homeless guy, who invited him to go to a soup kitchen that was, "just around the corner." Leisure suit guy thought that was a good humanitarian mission, so he agreed, and off they went. About three hours later, leisure suit guy returned alone, sat down next to me, kicked off his penny loafers, and moaned, "there was no soup kitchen. We've spent the last three hours wandering the sidewalks. My feet are killing me." He then went on to tell me his tale of woe. He wasn't an evangelical, just a lost soul wandering around trying to find some direction. I ended up buying him breakfast, cause it was clear that he needed it.
It was a mighty interesting night.
I was speaking of city buses and having to ride them daily after a grueling day at work.
Transfer, Transfer, Transfer... Three hour commute one way.
Your experience sounded interesting though.
I was once mugged in a train station in Buffalo NY.
Woke up with a goose egg on my noggin and missing a wallet.
Ah Youth!
If you ever wondered where Wonder Oregon is...
Here.
If you promise not to tell I'll show you Promise Oregon...
Right here.
Echo Oregon boasts some paved roads!
Echo echo echo.
Been there, done that. I swore back in 1993 I would never commute by bus ever again. I take the train to baseball games and that's it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gruff
My notable intercity bus experience: Thanksgiving weekend, 1984 I took the bus from my home in Daytona Beach to Tampa to visit my grandmother. This required a change of buses in Orlando. On my way back on Sunday during my Orlando layover I stopped in a bar for a few beers (I had a fake ID as it was still a few months before my 19th birthday) and some guy sitting next to me sold me $5 worth of weed. I headed back to the bus station with a pretty good buzz going and soon they announced my bus's departure.
I should mention there were two buses heading for Daytona: an express going directly there via I-4 and a local making stops in every little dumpwater town between the two cities. Needless to say I wanted on that express.
As the driver was taking tickets he stopped and declared "only one seat left. Who's traveling alone?"
I yelled "Me," handed him my ticket and climbed aboard.
The only seat that was left was next to the window in the very last row with three seats next to the bathroom. Two of those three seats were occupied by the most enormous woman I have ever seen before or since. I would guess 700-800 lbs. easy. I had to squeeze between her and the window for the 2-1/2 hour ride. She spent the entire trip panting like a dog in a hot car and sweating profusely as if merely existing was very hard work for her. Not a fun ride.
Fortunately the alcohol and weed put me to sleep so it wasn't so bad. I was home before I knew it.
And that's my one and only intercity bus ride story.
Did you dream about being on a boat rocking on a big, sweaty, ocean?
Believe it or not, I've never taken the bus before(other than for school). The only time I've ever traveled alone was to visit a girlfriend who had moved to Plattsburgh, NY and I flew there.
I lived in NYC until I was 10 - the bus was how you got everywhere. If you wanted to take the subway you took the bus to the subway.
When I travel into Manhattan now I would take a bus over the subway to get around the city. Although I take cabs actually...
The busses in the Breckinridge area of Colorado are awesome. I spent a couple days there while hiking the Colorado Trail (I arrived on a Saturday afternoon and had to wait for the Post Office to open on Monday to get my supplies). At one point, I was waiting for a bus and got talking to one of the drivers. He told me that the bus I was waiting for was his bus, but he had a different route to run before the route I was waiting for. Since there was nobody on the bus, he invited me to take a guided tour of the area, which I did. He told me about the history of various places and the like. It's a very scenic area, too. It's also crazy rich, so the busses are free.
I love listening to guide tell history of cities.
My wife and I went to Saint Augustine, FL for our honeymoon and absolutely loved the city. Each bus driver had their own perspective of the city which is cool. The history is the same, but their spin on it makes it exciting.
Saint Augustine really has a history, too. Much of it is sordid, but it's a real history.
Had to look up sordid, but yeah that's a very accurate word to describe it's history. One country/group was slaughtering a different country/group at one point or another up until about the mid 1800's.
Here's what I pictured as I read Homer's story:-
My wierdest Bus ride was in Vancouver when I met "Miss Double D" (no relation of DDay, I'm sure).Quote:
As the driver was taking tickets he stopped and declared "only one seat left. Who's traveling alone?"
I yelled "Me," handed him my ticket and climbed aboard, trampling small children and a handicapped lady.
Three freinds and I were over there for a snowboarding holiday and had jumped on the bus to go out to a restaurant in the evening. Quite possibly the most physically repugnant woman I have ever seen got onto the bus, took one look at me and clearly fell head over heels in love (so at least she had taste). She made a beeline straight down the main aisle, shouldering aside little old ladies and junikes alike, shoved my mate Danny off the seat next to me, threw her arms around me and invited me to "check out her Double Ds" while pointing at a chest which could best be described as concave.
She then proceeded to regail me, through teeth the colour of Shrek's swamp and a cloud of breath with a corresponding odour, about how she had, this very evening, discovered the secret of a cheap night at the bar. The secret, apparently, is to buy just one pint. Once you've drunk that pint you quietly visit the bathroom for a refill. Now you might be thinking that she was refilling the glass from the bathroom tap... oh no... it wasn't that. Suffice it to say that the refill was of a convincing colour with a satisfyingly foamy head on it and this woman, in a very real sense, had discovered the secret of perpetual motion. Apparently three refills in she stopped bothering with the whole bathroom bit which is when the staff had asked her to leave.
Then she tried to snog me.
Ok, so I'm not your clone.
So....for all the mods out there: Do you have a fedora, and do you tip it?
If anybody doesn't get that reference then you haven't been keeping up with the entertaining Jerry Sandusky story.
I know what I'm certainly not, as for the fedora... nope.