On Penn State and Scandal

What the fuck? Like literally. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I assume by now you realize I’m talking about the horrific and in every way unfunny allegations coming out of Penn State and now Syracuse. While no one has yet been tried in a court of law, if even one tenth of the accusations made against these men and those around them are true then I am incredibly justified in saying WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PATHETIC SCUM OF THE EARTH?

For those of you who don’t keep up with the newly created “alleged child rapists and molesters in elite college sports programs” beat, here’s the rundown. A football coach at Penn State is believed to have sexually abused at least eight boys over a forty year period, he was witnessed doing this, the witness reported it to his superiors, the alleged rapist retired, AND FUCKING NO ONE WENT TO THE POLICE TO TRY TO PROTECT THE YOUNG CHILDREN. Also, it is accused that a Syracuse basketball coach molested at least two ball boys over a period of 15 years, school officials may have known, AND FUCKING NO ONE WENT TO THE POLICE TO TRY TO PROTECT THE YOUNG CHILDREN.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Sir T-Worth, your use of caps is physically painful to me to behold.” To which I of course respond: “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONCERNED ABOUT HOW BIG THE LETTERS I’M TYPING ARE WHEN THERE ARE CHILD MOLESTERS AND RAPISTS RUNNING AROUND LOCKER ROOMS? UNREAL.”

Because honestly, this continues to be among the worst and most depressing stories I’ve ever read. The acts themselves are nearly unthinkable. The level of evil needed for anyone to do what Jerry Sandusky is accused of doing is certainly nearing Gaddafi heights. And as for the school and team administrators who may have known what happened and not only didn’t go to the police, but didn’t fire the man involved and allowed him to remain around the children, I have almost nothing to say. Except that you, in every way imaginable, sicken me to my very core. I have heard some of them say publicly and in private emails that they regret their lack of action, which is certainly good. This indicates to me that they do have a moral compass. But that moral compass was apparently more AWOL than Ronald Reagan during the Iran-Contra scandal.

Just when I thought this entire saga couldn’t make me hate the entirety of planet earth even more, Sandusky went and gave an interview to Bob Costas that left me physically quivering as if Michele Bachmann was once again leading the polls. He claimed it was just horseplay and that he was just innocently showering with 10-year-old boys (sidenote: I believe under the definition of “oxymoron” that sentence appears). Yet when asked if he was attracted to little boys, he couldn’t even bring himself to say no. Instead, he gave a rambling damning answer about “liking young people.” Again, this stuff is not for the weak of stomach.

Finally, I would like to once again advise everyone against reading the grand jury report on this. Three pages in and I was forced to stop before I passed out in a pool of my own vomit and tears. And for reference, I giggled through The Amityville Horror. This is so so so so much worse than a family being annoyed by ghosts for a month, turning on each other, watching a priest go blind, losing their minds, falling in pits of blood, being locked in their own rooms and having paranormal beasts befriend their daughter (retroactive spoiler alert).

In closing, every goddamn person who knew about these goddamn sex attacks and did nothing to prevent future ones should be required to go to every goddamn kindergarten classroom in America and personally apologize to every goddamn young child there.

Hate a Random Country: Brazil

Here at Sherman Ave, we take great pride in our irrational xenophobic rants about seemingly random (yet indisputably heinous) nations. But in light of recent events, we have recently come to believe that Brazil is such a flaming conglomeration of fecal matter of a country that it deserves to be called out as the nation of jackasses it really is. Fuck them.

With God on our side, America conquered

For most of the world, the USA-Brazil Women’s World Cup Game on July 10th, 2011 was their first introduction to how abhorrently vile Brazil is as a nation. The play of the women from the Federative Republic of Brazil, the only country that could possibly be worse than a commonwealth comprised solely of FIFA referees, merely typified the country’s flagrantly inferior and odious nature. Instead of simply bowing down to America’s soccer superiority, even despite the USA Women hailing from a country that follows the sport with slightly more interest than the game of sky ball, the Brazilians instead decided to force the Americans to break out their overflowing reserves of defiance and tenacity in order to give the nation the athletic bitch-slapping it deserved.

In one shocking example of Brazil’s proud spirit of douchiness, Brazilian defender Erika faked an injury with only 6 minutes left in extra time, only to spring off her stretcher once a sufficient amount of time had been sapped from the clock and the crowd was sufficiently convinced of the Samba Queens’ astounding bitchiness (also leaving me wondering that if Brazilian women are so good at faking, then how much have all those sexy Brazilian women I’ve been cavorting with really enjoyed my love-making capabilities?). But Karma is even worse of a tramp than Brazil’s Marta, allowing Abby Wambach and Hope Solo to lead the man-down American team in a glorious come back that prevented the South American nation of 190 million wankers from thinking they were any better than the scum of the earth that they are.

The nations inhabitants, fleeing to a better country where they can make a living outside of the oppressive supermodel industry

But as any Brazilian expert knows, the country’s ass-clown nature extends far beyond the soccer pitch. The nation’s flag, featuring a celestial blue orb inside a yellow rhombus inside a green rectangle, totally blows. A South Sudanese child soldier could have designed a better one for his own fledgling nation. Their President, Dilma Rousseff, is a notorious twatmuffin who reminds me of a combination of Casey Anthony and a drilldo. Other notable fuckballs from the country include soccer superstar Ronaldo and dictator Getùlio Vargas, both of whom were pompous douchebags unworthy of the ground they walked on (they also ended sentences in prepositions to showcase their hubris). Even the country’s language displays Brazil’s absurd awfulness, seeing as Portuguese is really more like drunken Spanish than an actual language of its own.

To be fair, Brazil has produced some good in the world. But besides Brazilian waxing and Adriana Lima, I’m kind of drawing blanks. Otherwise, Brazil is nothing more than a country of dickwads determined to ruin the rest of the world and the 2016 Olympic games with their crime, poverty, and Jersey-like levels of shittiness.

UPDATE: We have recently been notified that, besides producing Brazilian waxing and Adriana Lima, Brazil was also responsible for producing the magnificent wonder that is Chenny Ng, hosting Ms. Ng for an important duration of her formative years. Sherman Ave regrets this error, as Chenny is quite possibly one of the greatest humans in the world, and can guarantee that whoever was responsible for this heinous mistake has been punished accordingly.