As I'm sure that you know by now, that pig Jerry Sandusky was found guilty on 45 of the 48 counts of child sexual abuse that he was charged with. That seems about right. I just have a few final thoughts on this.
I've been thinking about Sandusky's wife and whether or not she knew what had been going on for all of these years. Naturally, she claims that she didn't know anything was happening, let alone happening in her own basement for years and years. While I would like to believe her (as it sickens me to think that she really knew and just let it happen to all of those boys for so long), I'm having a hard time believing that she was the only one around him who was clueless. Everyone else seemed to know and everyone else seemed to inexplicably keep their mouths shut. I don't know that she was any different. 
But let's just assume for the sake of assuming that she didn't know. Can someone explain to me how she could sit there through all of the testimonies of all of those victims and listen to the vile and atrocious acts that her husband committed against them and after hearing all of that, repeatedly, how could she still take the stand and testify in his defense? How?! Because even if she didn't know about it before then, she certainly knew about it after all of that. Why on earth wouldn't she just say, "You clearly did it. You're a sick, sick pervert and there is no way in hell that I'm getting up there and saying nice things about you." Why wouldn't she do that? Why would she instead get up there and sing his praises? Why would any of the people that testified for the defense still agree to get up there in defense of him? Shouldn't they all have been barfing in disgust after hearing those heartbreaking testimonies? There are so many things so wrong on every single side of this case that it is simply unbelievable how people act in the face of sexual abuse. Absolutely stunning. And another example of how we're doomed.
Last I had heard, Sandusky was on suicide watch. Perfect. I'd love to watch him commit suicide. Show me to my seat. What's that? It doesn't mean that? Huh. Well, that's unfortunate. I'd really enjoy it if it was. Bummer. I guess that means I just have to wait until sentencing where I continue to hold out hope that this will be the very first sentence of death by stoning handed down in the United States. In the meantime, I will take small pleasure in knowing that Sandusky is about to realize that showering with inmates is going to be an awful lot different than showering with young, helpless little boys. A lot different.
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