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Penn State Deletes Tweet Welcoming Conservative Students After Outcry
Earlier, we discussed the formal censuring of a conservative student at Georgetown for his criticism of Black Lives Matter as an organization and his objections to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court. Georgetown University has remained silent as the student has been declared a racist and the student government called for his investigation. At Penn State, the university took an important step in this time of rising intolerance and actually included conservative students in a welcoming message.
It did not last. After an outcry from students, the university deleted the tweet — thereby sending precisely the opposite message to conservative students.
Penn State University went out a tweet affirming the inclusive environment at the school that included welcoming messages for a wide variety of student groups including a line stating “Dear conservative students. Your viewpoints are important.”
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SO PROUD
MOVE BACK DAY
No more posts for the rest of the day. We are doing the 8 hour roundtrip to State College to move my son into his house for his senior year. I hope the day is less exciting than previous trips to Penn State. Of course, the forecast is for rain. That’s a given. Here are some previous articles about trips to Penn State:
THE DAY TBP ALMOST DIED IN A DITCH ON I-80
A few hours ago the odds of this post or any future post being made on TBP ever again looked awfully slim. Just another uneventful trip to Penn State.
Our multi-pronged moving of my youngest son into his apartment at Penn State Altoona and my older son into his house (shared with 15 other guys) at State College went so smoothly I almost couldn’t believe it. We drove my youngest with his stuff jammed into our “new” Honda Civic (bought after crazy lady in BMW destroyed our other Civic several weeks ago).
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NAVIGATING THROUGH THE STORMS
Several weeks ago I had to drive west on the Pennsylvania Turnpike to pick up my son after his sophomore year at Penn State. I’ve made this trip a dozen times over the last few years, since this is my second son attending Penn State, with a third starting in the Fall. It’s a tedious, boring, protracted, four hour trek through the rural countryside of the Keystone State. During these trips my mind wanders, making connections between the landscape and the pressing issues facing the world. I can’t help but get lost in my thoughts as the miles accumulate like dollars on the national debt clock.
More often than not I end up making the trip in the midst of bad weather. And this time was no different. The Pennsylvania Turnpike is a meandering, decades old, dangerous, mostly two lane highway for most of its 360 mile span. Large swaths of the decaying interstate are under construction, as the narrative about lack of infrastructure spending is proven false by visual proof along the highways and byways of America.
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
I’ll be off-line for the rest of the day. I’m at my third and FINAL new student orientation at Penn State Altoona. The drive here was uneventful and relaxing, with little traffic and no rain. I’m going to pay today, as torrential rains are headed this way and will make my four hour drive home a real pleasure.
ROAD TRIP
Worst budget season in history ended this week.
Shoveled, hauled, and spread 6 yards of mulch yesterday for eight hours.
Today I get to do an eight hour roundtrip through torrential rains to pick up my son at Penn State.
I’ll be off-line for the rest of the day.
Here are some reminiscences from previous trips with son number one. Son number three starts at Penn State in August.
THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE SMELLY
JUNIOR ADMINISTRATOR, ALTOONA, BIG K & THE WRATH OF GOD
ANOTHER REASON I DESPISE BANKS
Yesterday was a day from hell. A 14 hour ordeal moving my son into his apartment at Penn State Altoona. It included 8 hours of driving, rest stop food and the consequences thereof, battling the hoards of freaks at Wal-Mart, and the latest reason I despise banks.
I had Jimmy drive the entire trip so he could get used to the roads and the tedious boredom of driving on the PA Turnpike. Avalon followed with my youngest son in the car behind. It gave me plenty of time to impart my years of wisdom upon him. I’m sure he has already forgotten everything I said. And I had to listen to four hours of Phish.
All went smoothly and it was time to make a rest stop at the 2 hour mark just before Blue Mountain. The plan was to grab a quick bite to eat and complete the journey for a 1:00 pm arrival. The selection was limited. Either a personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut or something from Roy Rogers. I grabbed a box of pizza and they got Roy Rogers.
Within 30 minutes of departure there was a rumble in my tummy. The rumble became shooting pains. I guess you can screw up a pizza. For the last 90 minutes of the trip I was in various stages of discomfort. But, I gutted it out. When we arrived and got the key, I grabbed the case of toilet paper we brought and ran for the bathroom. And Jimmy’s new apartment was christened.
JUNIOR ADMINISTRATOR, ALTOONA, BIG K & THE WRATH OF GOD
ORIGINALLY POSTED IN AUGUST 2011
My oldest son has now made it through his first week in college at Penn State Altoona. It was such a busy week, I was unable to give a brief synopsis of the eventful trip. On that Wednesday night we packed all of his earthly belongings into his CRV and my Insight. His hockey stuff, amplifier and electric guitar took up 70% of the space in his car. His check-in time at his apartment complex in Altoona was 11:00 to 12:00. The plan was to leave in a caravan at 7:00 am for the 3 1/2 hour drive.
I slept like crap and got up at 5:00 am on Thursday and began the orderly shower progression . I put on a pot of coffee and walked outside to get the newspaper. As I reached down to pick up the paper, a flash of lightening departed from the heavens.
I should have known right then it was going to be a long day. The weather forecast was for scattered thundershowers. That usually means a late afternoon 20 minute storm. But Nooooo!!!! Not today. The rain started to fall and thunder and lightening increased. The path to Altoona is pretty straightforward – 180 miles west on the PA Turnpike and 40 more miles on Route 220/99. We got under way at 7:00, but driving through a heavy thunderstorm on the Turnpike with 18 wheelers sharing the road with you is stressful and much slower.
After about an hour on the road we blasted through the storm and into sunshine. We started to make good progress until the Administrator’s bladder filled up and we needed to stop at a rest stop. We made one more stop on the way to get some more gas and arrived in 4 hours and 15 minutes.
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HOPE & SORROW – THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
REPOST OF ARTICLE FROM AUGUST 2014
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.” – Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
When you drive the PA Turnpike for 7 hours you have a lot of time to think. Our trip to Altoona was bittersweet. My oldest son is beginning his senior year at Penn State. He has his whole life ahead of him. But you never know for sure. His best friend was killed in a car accident one year ago. That tragic event has changed him. He is more serious and introspective. He is searching for a deeper meaning to life. He has downloaded a number of books about spirituality this summer.
He is worried about getting a job after graduation. His degree in Information Technology doesn’t guarantee a job. No degree guarantees a job anymore. I hope he is able to land a decent job with a decent company. He won’t be burdened with any student loan debt. That’s my gift to him. He also understands what is going on in this country. He doesn’t trust the government or the police. He has a healthy skepticism about everything in the media. Driving in a car with me for two hours a day will do that to you.
On the interminable drive, I thought about my senior year in college. It was a great time. I shared an apartment off-campus with two buddies. I had my academics completely under control, so there was plenty of time for enjoying my final days of freedom with friends. There was softball, basketball, frat parties, concerts, and many nights of drinking. Our apartment was fairly big and perfect for parties. There were many interviews with accounting firms and many rejection letters. Our biggest most drunken party was the rejection letter burning party. There were so many rejection letters among the attendees that we achieved a huge bonfire in our yard.
I graduated from college in 1986 and I had hopes and dreams that seemed achievable. Jobs were plentiful. If you took the necessary steps (CPA, MBA), worked hard, and joined the right company, a successful career in finance was there for the taking. If you invested your money in the stock market consistently, dollar cost averaging would lead to a long-term nest egg. Monetary and fiscal policy was too abstract for someone trying to raise a family and build a successful career. Accounting manager, Treasurer, Controller, Strategic Planning – next stop CFO. Politics was uninteresting to me. Life was progressing nicely until the turn of the century.
GRADUATE
I’ll be off-line for most of the next two days. Number one son is graduating from Penn State tomorrow. It looks like he was destined to graduate from Penn State, as he was already wearing their hat when he was driving pop pop’s boat at the age of three.
This would be our last 4 hour road trip on the PA Turnpike, but number two son has decided to go to Penn State too. He starts in August. We have many more road trips to go. I hope he doesn’t suck his thumb in class.
PENN STATE WANTS JERRY SANDUSKY TO RENEW HIS SEASON TICKETS
Maybe they’ll let Jerry out of prison on game days. He misses the kids.
This is a perfect example of a huge bureaucracy doing stupid things. We let computers and bureaucrats run our lives.
Take this example of bureaucratic idiocy and multiply it by 1 million and you have the Federal Government.
Penn State Football Wants Jerry Sandusky to Renew His Season Tickets
By Kevin Horne on News
James Franklin says he wants #107KStrong in Beaver Stadium, but something tells me this isn’t quite what he had in mind.
The athletic department sent a letter to former Penn State coach Jerry Sandusky last week asking him to renew his football season tickets for the 2015 season and inviting him to schedule a “recruiting” visit at an upcoming basketball game. The letter, signed by Franklin, was received on Friday, November 28.
“Dear Gerald A,” the letter reads. “Congratulations on being identified as one of the elite college football fans in the nation. You have worked diligently to separate yourself by exhibiting unrivaled tenacity, character, and loyalty. Passionate and competitive, you are the leading standard of a first class fan base.”
Onward State obtained these scans, without compensation, from documentary filmmaker John Ziegler, whose website www.FramingPaterno.com hosts both his film and online book on the Sandusky story. The address, which we blurred out for privacy, matches the address of Sandusky’s former residence, where his wife Dottie still resides (although we are told she was not the source of the letter).
It’s safe to say Mr. Sandusky will not be renewing his season ticket package to be part of the 107KSTRONG during the 2015 season, as the former defensive coordinator is currently serving a 30-60 year sentence in the Greene State Prison after being convicted on 45 counts of child sexual abuse in July 2012.
Obviously, this is almost certainly the result of an automated mass mailing that someone evidently didn’t vet very well. The signature from Franklin is a facsimile and it’s unlikely he ever saw this specific letter or knew of its existence. Nonetheless, we have asked the athletic department for comment and will update this story if and when they respond.
UPDATE 3:45 p.m.
Penn State Assistant Athletic Director for Communications Jeff Nelson had this to say about the situation:
“Clearly, a mistake was made and our database needs further updating and cross-referencing. This standard form letter was part of a mass mailing sent to approximately 30,000 people who have had season or single game tickets within the past four years, encouraging them to support the team and help fill Beaver Stadium for every game in 2015.”
BACK TO SCHOOL
I’ll be offline for most of the day. My oldest starts his senior year at Penn State tomorrow. Then he enters the REAL world. He filled the CRV with stuff last weekend and we are left with everything he couldn’t fit into the CRV. We’re bringing all the essentials – three guitars, two amplifiers, a suitcase of clothes, and all the electronic equipment he forgot to bring.
Our 7 hour round- trip of boredom on the PA Turnpike is about to commence. I’ve written three articles on previous trips to Altoona. I’ll repost them for your pleasure. One is a TBP classic.
Back to School
PENN STATE TERRORIST OR DUMBASS POTHEAD?
Don’t you love how the MSM loves to use the term Weapons of Mass Destruction? Big bad axis of evil dictators are supposed to have them. We now know that cookware counts as a weapon of mass destruction in Boston. Now we have a Russian college engineering pothead student at Penn State Altoona being caught with a WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION. I wonder if the U.S. Military will be invading Altoona to liberate its people.
CNN, Fox, MSNBC and the rest of the fear mongering legacy media are breathlessly reporting this latest terrorist threat. He is one of those dreaded Russians. Hide under your beds. The Russians are coming.
A Penn State Altoona freshman from Moscow, Russia, was arrested late Friday and charged with possessing a weapon of mass destruction and risking a catastrophe, after city police allegedly found a homemade bomb and bomb-making materials in his Juniata apartment – where they had come to look for a marijuana-growing operation.
The Altoona Mirror doesn’t seem to be following the MSM scare tactic headlines. They actually interviewed the dude’s roommate and got the following responses:
One of Miftakhov’s apartment mates, Andrew Leff of Bucks County, contradicted Miftakov’s statement that he hadn’t detonated anything in Pennsylvania, saying that during the current semester, Miftakhov had set off three “mini-bombs” just outside their apartment, creating small craters in the ground.
Recently, Miftakhov had showed Leff a bomb made by mixing chemicals in an aerosol whipped cream container, Leff said.
“I said, ‘Dude, you’ve got to get rid of that,'” Leff said Saturday afternoon in the snow outside the apartment.
Miftakhov later told Leff he’d done as suggested.
“[But] apparently he didn’t,” Leff said.
Miftakhov was a “crazy kid” who did “impulsive things,” Leff said.
“He was off the wall,” Leff said. “It’s not surprising to me at all [to learn about the arrest].”
Leff said Miftakhov was a “dumb kid” who did what he did because he was bored.
Leff didn’t see Miftakhov as truly dangerous, he added.
Why let the truth get in the way of a sensationalist fear mongering headline designed to keep the ignorant masses fearful, begging for more government protection and the further restriction of our liberty and freedom? A headline about a pothead engineering student who liked to create explosions in remote fields just doesn’t do the job.
ONLY ONE SOLUTION
After the second day of testimony in the Jerry Sandusky trial, there are a couple things that are crystal clear to me. The first is that if this guy had an ounce of courage he would blow his fucking brains out. He is one of the most despicable human beings to ever inhabit this planet. And he shows absolutely no remorse for destroying the lives of dozens of young boys. When he is convicted he MUST be put into the general prison population so gets to experience the same pleasure he dished out.
The second thing that is crystal clear to me is that there are at least 10 other Penn State administrators/coaches/police that should also go to jail for these crimes. I see this criminal conspiracy exactly like the Catholic church priest abuse scandal. Anyone at Penn State that knew Sandusky was a child molestor and did nothing to stop him is as guilty as Sandusky and must go to jail. Paterno knew. McQueary knew. The President knew. The athletic director knew. Assistant coaches knew. The head of police knew. They are all guilty. They aided in the destruction of the lives of dozens of innocent boys. They did it to protect the reputation and wealth of Penn State. They did it because they thought their power and wealth was more important than the lives of little boys.
None of their lame excuses and alibis pass the smell test. These MEN are guilty. Not one woman has been implicated in the coverup. Do you think if there were a few women in positions of power at Penn State, they would have covered up the raping of little boys by a monster? This entire episode is a disgusting example of powerful men protecting other powerful men at all costs. It happens every day. It happens on Wall Street. It happens in Washington DC. It happens in the Vatican. It is a cancer that will kill our nation and the world.
Assistant McQueary takes stand in Sandusky case
By MARK SCOLFORO and GENARO C. ARMAS, AP
BELLEFONTE, Pa. — Former Penn State assistant coach Mike McQueary told jurors in Jerry Sandusky’s sex abuse trial Tuesday that he saw his ex-colleague with a prepubescent boy in an on-campus shower and that he that he heard “skin-on-skin smacking sound.”
His account of the night differed little from his appearance in December at a preliminary hearing for Penn State administrators Tim Curley and Gary Schultz. The one difference: He said the shower encounter took place in 2001 instead of 2002.
But the effect of what he saw, and heard, was unchanged, he said, responding to questions from Senior Deputy Attorney General Joseph McGettigan.
Sandusky is on trial on 52 criminal counts related to the alleged assaults of 10 boys during a 15-year period. Authorities alleged Sandusky abused boys at his home and inside the football team’s on-campus facilities among other places.
McQueary told the jury that he was at home, in bed, watching the film “Rudy,” when he decided to go to the football team building. He said he walked into the support staff locker room to put away a pair of new sneakers and, as he opened the door, he heard the noise.
“Very much skin-on-skin smacking sound,” he said. “I immediately became alert and was kind of embarrassed that I was walking in on something.”
He said that he turned and glanced over his right shoulder at a mirror that had a 45-dgree angle and saw Sandusky “standing behind a boy who was propped up against a wall.” He estimated the boy to be 10 to 12 years old.
He said that the “boy’s hands (were) up on the wall. The glance would have taken only one or two seconds. I immediately turned back to my locker to make sure I saw what I saw.”
McQueary said he looked directly into the shower and saw Sandusky “standing right up against the back of a young boy” with his arms around his midsection — “the closest proximity that I think you can be in.”
When asked what he saw, McQueary said “the defendant’s midsection was moving” subtly.
McQueary said he tried to think and then put his shoes in his locker and slammed it shut, hard.
“I made the loud noise in an attempt to say `Someone’s here! Break it up!'” McQueary said, adding that he stepped closer to the opening of the shower room and saw they were separated and facing him directly.
“We looked directly in each other’s eyes and at that time I left the locker room,” and went upstairs to his office, he said.
“It was more than my brain could handle,” he said. “I was making decisions on the fly. I picked up the phone and called my father to get advice from the person I trusted most in my life, because I just saw something ridiculous.”
He said he was very vague with his father on the phone, and that his dad, John, told him to leave immediately and come to the house.
McQueary said he went to coach Joe Paterno’s house the next morning and relayed what he had seen, but did not describe the act explicitly out of respect for the coach and his own embarrassment.
He said that Curley called him a week after he talked to Paterno and he attended a meeting with him and Schultz. They “just listened to what I had said,” McQueary testified. About week or two later, he said Curley called him to say they had looked into it.
McQueary’s testimony came after a teenager told jurors that a school district guidance counselor initially didn’t believe his abuse claims because the former Penn State assistant football coach was considered to have “a heart of gold.”
The teen, labeled Victim No. 1 by a grand jury, tearfully recounted for jurors repeated instances of abuse, which he said included kissing, fondling and oral sex during sleepovers at the coach’s home.
A social worker who spoke to Sandusky about the boy’s claims testified that the coach denied having sexual contact with the boy but did acknowledge lying on top of him and blowing “raspberries” on the boy’s stomach. The social worker, Jessica Dershem, also said Sandusky told her he couldn’t recall whether he had ever touched the boy below his waistline.
The charges against Sandusky — and two university officials accused of perjury and failing to report suspected child abuse — touched off a massive scandal that led to the firing of Paterno and the departure of the university president. Paterno died in January of lung cancer, just over two months after his ouster.
Now 18, the accuser known as Victim 1 recounted an early encounter that escalated to oral sex.
“I spaced,” he said. “I didn’t know what to do with all the thoughts running through my head, I just kind of blacked out and didn’t want it to happen. I froze.”
As he choked back tears, the sobbing teen recounted another time Sandusky forced him to perform oral sex, after saying it was his “turn.”
“I don’t know how to explain it. I froze, like any other time,” he said. “My mind is telling me to move but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t move.”
The witness said he stayed quiet about the abuse, in part because his mother thought Sandusky was a positive influence in his life, but he began trying to distance himself from Sandusky.
At one point Sandusky became angry with him because they’d drifted apart and the teen became involved with his local Big Brothers Big Sisters organization, the teen said.
“I got extremely, extremely scared,” he said, recounting how it escalated into an argument between Sandusky and his mother.
Eventually the teen asked his mother if there was a website used to track sex offenders because he wanted to see if Sandusky was on it. That ultimately led to a meeting with the guidance counselor, where he reported being abused.
At first, the counselor didn’t believe him and questioned the wisdom of going to authorities, the witness said.
“They said we needed to think about it and he has a heart of gold and he wouldn’t do something like that. So they didn’t believe me,” he said.
School officials referred the case to the county’s child-welfare agency.
Dershem, a Clinton County Children & Youth Services caseworker, said the teen was initially uncomfortable talking to her but soon began to open up about his encounters with Sandusky.
She told the jury she had enough evidence by the end of her second meeting with the boy to determine that he had been abused by Sandusky.
He denied sexually assaulting the teen, saying he “he viewed (the boy) as an extended family member, kind of like a son,” Dershem said.
During cross-examination, defense attorney Joe Amendola asked the teen whether he had financial motives for bringing his accusations.
The teen denied that. “All I know is I’m here to tell the truth about what happened to me, just like everybody else,” he said.
Sandusky didn’t visibly react to the teen’s account and looked straight ahead during his testimony.
Another of Sandusky’s alleged victims testified Monday, the trial’s opening day, telling jurors that the coach sent him “creepy love letters.” The man said he began showering with Sandusky in 1997 and what started out as “soap battles” quickly escalated to sexual abuse, including oral sex.
Lead prosecutor Joseph McGettigan III has described Sandusky as a “serial predator” who methodically used his youth charity, The Second Mile, to zero in on fatherless children or those with unstable home lives, buy them gifts and take advantage of them sexually.
Amendola has countered that the case is flimsy and that some of the accusers apparently intend to sue and have a financial stake in the case.