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    School supplies

    Things we need in every school that are not guns:

     * Up to date books

    * Books

    * Classroom supplies that teachers don’t have to buy out-of-pocket
    * Involved parents
    * Decent, recent technology
    * Healthy lunches
    * Clean bathrooms that work

    * Places to run, jump, and move

    * Motivated teachers working for fair pay

    * School nurses
    * Band instruments
    * Band
    * Music class
    * Art supplies
    * Art teacher
    * Art class
    * Team uniforms
    * Sports teams

    Feel free to add your own. 

    NRA: Armed guards, volunteer security gangs needed in every school. [NPR]

    Meanwhile, in good guys with guns: 

    DA: 4 dead, 3 troopers hurt in shooting incident

     

    December 21, 2012 in Current Affairs, Domesticity, Kids | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    Overanalyzing "Full House": Choices are hard

    DJ Tanner's entire adolescence consisted of her Dad and uncles bursting in just in time to prevent her from making a bad decision.
    Her father's insecurity as a widowed parent spurred his need to literally and metaphorically place himself between his children and adulthood.
    Discuss: Thematic similarities to "Finding Nemo."

    October 25, 2012 | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

    The Daily Collegian at 125: Blue and white and read all over

    Last weekend I had the joy of spending some time in State College, celebrating the 125th anniversary of the student newspapers that would come to be known as the Daily Collegian. The paper is as much a part of Penn State's history and everyday student life as the elms along the Mall.  

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    l-r Current Collegian ME Anna Orso, Yr Citizen Mom, current EIC Casey McDermott

     Most newsroom veterans have a story about falling in love with journalism, a moment when they knew there was no other business, no other life, that suited them. My Collegian story doesn't have a single instant like that, because it lives in my mind as one long moment, a two-and-a-half-year swoon into the profession, and culture, that brought me a career and a life (I met my husband, perhaps inevitably, in a newsroom).

    In my early-90s days in Happy Valley, the Collegian was my extracurricular activity, a daily work-study, the center of my social world and the place I made friends who will be in my life forever. Now approaching the middle of our careers, folks from my Collegian "classes" are working in every level and type of media, including the New York Times, the Daily News, the Huffington Post, Bloomberg, Comcast ... we are everywhere.

    But as good as we were (or thought we were), as hard as we worked, we had nothing like the Sandusky scandal to cover. A highlight of the two-day Collegian reunion event was a panel discussion with students from the news and business sides, talking about the experience of running the paper through that time. From coaxing nervous advertisers into staying on board, to meeting the overwhelming demand for papers, the Collegian staff got as much experience in those days as they'd get on any internship. 

    Make no mistake, these kids have the fire in the belly, but they're embarking on careers in an industry whose guiding sentiment is uncertainty. Every day you spend on the staff at the Collegian is a day you choose journalism.

    It isn't absolutely necessary to work at the Collegian to be successful in the news business -- hell, look at Dan Victor, he didn't work for the Collegian and he's already held half of the jobs in the industry. Thanks to outlets like Onward State, ComRadio, the CDT and the Centre County Report, chances to do media work of all kinds are plentiful. 

    But you'll never convince me that there's a better place in the country to learn the skills, craft, spirit and ethos of daily journalism than at the Daily Collegian. College Media Matters called it "startlingly good." I'm proud to call it alma mater.

    October 25, 2012 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

    REWIND: The Romney bros, circa 2007

    The last time around, when Mitt Romney was running for the GOP nomination in '07, I wrote about the Romney dude-posse for alt.campaign, a McClatchyDC project.

    Enjoy. Also: MySpace!

     The sons of Mitt are also keepers of the coveted top spots on Dad's MySpace profile, just behind the similarly easy-on-the-eyes Ann. These dudes, OK, OK, men, ranging in age from 37 to 26 are, as we say in the business, Very Much Not Ugly. Get them together and it's like Il Divo just crashed the party, except they're wearing khakis and speak perfect English.

    All are united in their desire to see Dad in the White House, but in true boy-band style, they each fill a specific demographic:

    • Tagg, 37, is a senior campaign adviser. Think: The Grownup. Likes: Hangin' w/the fam, Jack Johnson. Usually Seen: Making the rounds of the cable shows, giving the candidate the straight poop. 
    • Matt, 35, is in real estate. Think: The Cool Dad. Likes: Sports, The Shins. Usually Seen: Watching Napolean Dynamite with the shorties. 
    • Josh, 32, is a real estate developer who, we hear, was pretty cool in high school. Think: The Thinking Man's Man. Likes: Surfing, Coen Brothers movies. Usually Seen: Piloting the Mittmobile (a used Winnebago turned campaign bus), flexing distractingly square jaw. 
    • Ben, 29, is a med student. Think: The Smart One. Usually not seen, but blogs as often as he can, he swears! 
    • Craig, 26, just left his job as a music producer to work on the campaign. Think: The Duuuude. Likes: Hipster bands like Of Montreal and Sigur Ros, who make up most of his Top Friends. Usually Seen: Doing something "cool" and kinda "edgy," which we know because he wears a backward baseball cap.

    I get this picture of them all rollin' in that Mittmobile, "Young Folks" blaring over the stereo, with the older ones up front driving, talking policy and wondering if they'll ever be able to "radiate vigor." Meanwhile, in the back, the younger guys are Twittering and teaching the nieces and nephews fart jokes. Expect some bored cubicle-bound jokester to issue a series of LOLRomneys featuring the guys any second now.

    Now, these being clean-cut Mormon fellas — all married — don't look for anyTwins Gone Wild!-type headlines, like we had with Jenna and Barbara. ... Because we all know that the only thing more fun than gawking at American hotties of privilege is talking trash on their dysfunction — which is certainly there somewhere, waiting for the Internets to find.

    ****

    Well, we know a lot more about the Romney family now,  but outside of some not-far-in-the-past polygamy and obscene wealth, we still haven't seen all that much dysfunction -- oh, unless you count Tagg's desire to give Barack Obama a shot on the chops for beat his pop in a debate. At least he apologized.

    October 24, 2012 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    Autumn is gone, the jackals are on the scene

    "THIS IS NOT A SALES CALL!"

    The ink was hardly dry on Autumn Pasquale's alleged killers' fingerprints when the robocall interrupted my dinner.

    "THERE HAS BEEN AN INCREASE IN CRIME IN YOUR AREA!"

    My house is about 8 miles from the street in neighboring Clayton where Autumn lived, and where she died too young and too horribly. Out here on the rural edges of Gloucester County, that's practically around the block.

    The recorded message -- which came from (425) 658-8850, a Washington-based telemarketing outfit called Pacific Telecom --  then went on to encourage me to sign up for a home security plan, with a monitoring system. 

    Remember, it wasn't a sales call.

    I listened to their pitch, general enough to be used to play on the fears of any community facing the unaccustomed trauma of a violent crime. Then I pressed the number meant, I thought, to connect me to one of their operators, so I could tell them what a bunch of parasitic vermin they are, but the call disconnected.

    It's probably better that way. The psychic energy is surely better spent praying for the two families whose lives have been rent by unimaginable, unknowable evil.

    October 23, 2012 in Current Affairs, Jersey, Kids | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    This year's peach party winding down

    The NJ Peach Promotion Council says this year's harvest is nearing its end, with picking for another 10 days or so. The basket-toting crowd I saw at Mood's the other day were taking full advantage of this year's sun-kissed crop.

    Apples are underway, too, and the Concord grapes are deep and gorgeous.

    I've got plans to make an America's Test Kitchen peach cake, but in the meantime, Gloucester County peaches are a staple on my grill.

    http://www.moodsfarmmarket.com/


    This year's peach party winding down

    August 30, 2012 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

    Write hard, read FREE

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    Just in time for your Labor Day beach reading, here's an offer you can't refuse: Today and tomorrow on Amazon, you can get Howard Weaver's "Write Hard, Die Free" book FREE for your Kindle or Kindle app! Not only will it be well worth the price (har har), but it's a rollicking good read, full of colorful characters, vivid accounts of the "good old days" of newspaper journalism, and unflinching examinations of the times the good old days kind of sucked.

    Who should read this? News nerds and newspaper folk, of course, but I'd also highly recommend this to my journalism students -- it's the kind of book to stoke that fire in your belly and get you in the right frame of mind for going out and afflicting the comfortable. 

    I think what I liked most about "Write Hard, Die Free" is that it doesn't smack of that particular kind of hubris too many old-school newspaper guys have, that is, the notion that "real" journalism as THEY knew it is dead and things will never be that good again.

    Howard Weaver just isn't wired that way -- yeah, he won a couple of Pulitzers, led a newsroom in a fight-to-the-death finish with a competitor, and got into the whole online news thing back when other newspapers were still debating whether to run color photos on Page One. But the sense I get is that he did those things not just to preserve newspapering as it was, but to sustain journalism for the future.

    And there are lessons in the book for today's journalists too -- what it's like to run a startup publication and why it's good to fail, why professional disappointment is as instructive and valuable as success, and what kind of car not to drive when you're doing surveillance.

    So get on that -- download it free for Kindle today and tomorrow here.  

    Tell 'em Citizen Mom sent ya.

     

    August 24, 2012 in J-school, Men to Avoid, The Job, Web/Tech | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    TODD AKIN: It's not the gaffe, it's the stupidity

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    With all due respect to Cindy McCain, "rape is rape" is not enough.

    Todd Akin didn't mis-speak, he mis-believes. He didn't mis-state, he mis-thinks, and he uses untruths as a basis for his politics. His claim that womens' bodies have a magical ability to prevent pregnancy after a "legitimate" rape wasnt a gaffe, it was an honest characterization of the willfully erroneous thinking behind personhood laws and attempts to ban abortion even in cases of rape or incest.

    Think about it: "If You Get Pregnant, It Wasn't Really Rape" is just the natural next single on a Republican Hit Parade that also includes "Put A Bayer Aspirin Between Your Knees," "Just Close Your Eyes," and "That Cluster of Cells Has the Same Rights As You." It's the sexual politics of either a 14-year-old boy or my octogenarian Dad.

    But what else can we really expect from a party whose members of Congress traveled to the Holy Land and went around drunk and naked like it was Senior Week in North Wildwood?

    But WAIT, one "rational Republican" said to me -- it's not really about the misogyny, its about the direction this country is going in! And with that I couldn't agree more, because Akin is a walking illustration of exactly where our country is going. And that's what scares the hell out of me.

    So I don't want to hear the "rational Republicans" in my life (and there are some) disavow Akin's words. I want them to disavow the lies, and the laws that are the end result of Akin's way of thinking. I want them to turn away from political stances that come from fanciful mischaracterization of female biology and a distrust of women to make reproductive decisions without government intervention.

    Tom Morello called Paul Ryan the embodiment of the machine his band's been raging against all these years. I say Ryan is the avatar of the Republican war on women. He and Mitt Romney are now the figureheads of a party which has at its core an utter ignorance of 7th grade science coupled with a fear of women and a deep desire to control us.

    The frightening thing about Akin isn't what he said. It's that if he said it, it means there are other people who must believe it. This is the same mentality that says if you give a girl a cancer vaccination it'll turn her into the town tramp.

    The national GOP is pulling the $5 million it was going to spend on the Akin race, though he'll likely raise more than that in "grassroots" money from people whose knowledge of basic biology is as good as his. Sounds like that $5 million would be better spent sending Congressional Republicans to an 11th grade sex-Ed class.

    IMAGE CREDIT: The Thoughts of AnyK

    August 20, 2012 in Current Affairs, Fly Females, WTF, yo | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

    KALE TO THE NO: The smoothie scourge must be stopped #housewifeconfessional

    KALENO

    Y'know, I'm all for trying to be healthy and I like convenience foods as much as the next guy, but I just need to get this off my chest:

    NO, I do not want a fricking smoothie.

    NO, I don't care if you can't really taste the spinach or kale or turnip greens or freeze-dried sea monkeys or whatever the hell you people are all putting in your blenders every morning. I just skeeve drinking yogurt, the same way I skeeve squeezing yogurt from a tube. Nobody can use a spoon anymore?  IMG-1775-2

    And while we're at it, no, I don't believe you when you swear it really tastes great even though it looks like Nickelodeon slime! Like a cup full of health! And the antioxidants! MY GOD, THE ANTIOXIDANTS!

    What happened to eating your calories, not drinking them -- orange juice is the devil but now we're all supposed to act like our jaws are wired shut and have no choice but to turn our produce into spackle in a glass?* I suppose dirtying a juicer/blender/extractor every morning is meant to free me from the drudgery of a bowl and spoon, but I'll pass. 

    Of course, many of you are happily living in smoothie wonderland, and that's cool. Sally has some recipes over on Real Mom Nutrition, so check 'em out.This banana-date thingie looks good, but note the absence of yogurt and kale. 

    * Yes, I understand the dietary difference between empty juice calories and the bountiful nutritional richness of that spinach-flax-mango-kale-peanut butter concoction, but it's my rant. 

     

    August 16, 2012 in Domesticity, Food and Drink, Housewife Confessional | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

    Cassie and Kelsey: How two little girls tell the story of our sick healthcare system

    Cassidy
    Since the Affordable Care Act went into effect on Aug. 1, I've heard a lot about how it will affect my ladyparts, providing coverage for things like Pap tests, prenatal care and mammograms. And while all of my parts are appropriately grateful, I've been thinking about how Obamacare is really about these two little girls I know. 

    One is Cassidy Freeman, whose picture you may have seen on Facebook. The 8-year-old is one of three gorgeous daughters of a hardworking couple who, when I met them over a decade ago, were in ministry in the Church of Christ.

    Scott was a preacher, and Tracy had worked for Republican politicans before becoming a full-time mom. It would be fair to describe their politics then as socially conservative, though to me they were always more interested in following Jesus than any political party. 

    At age four, Cassie was diagnosed with juvenile arthritis, and since then she's been denied medical coverage four times due to her pre-existing condition. Obamacare can't fix her arthritis, but it's already cured some of the family's anxiety. 

    The other girl on my mind is Kelsey Fuller, whose family lives in my South Jersey town. Now 15, Kelsey was born with a rare condition called Juvenile Neuronal Ceroid Lipofuscinosis, or Batten Disease.

    Batten is a neurological disorder that results in worsening seizures, mental impairment, loss of speech and motor function. It is always fatal. The form of the disease Kelsey has usually results in death before age 30.  156156_3665921577435_782401337_n

    Her family, which includes two other children, cares for Kelsey the best they can and tries to make her life as fulfilling as possible. She goes to school each day, at the Archbishop Damiano School at St. John of God in Westville Grove. With both parents working full time, Kelsey's aging grandparents also help out when they can.

    But her condition is getting worse -- she's now legally blind, struggles to speak, struggles to walk and wakes several times a night. The family has tried to get in-home skilled nursing services to help with Kelsey's care. Their insurance company refused, Kelsey's mother said, because her condition isn't advanced enough yet -- Kelsey can still do some things, like feed herself, with assistance.

    That will change. 

    "This disease is absolutely horrible. The brain basically shuts down and the rest of the body deteriorates because of this, leaving them bedridden until death," her mother, Kim, told me. "These kids are dying a slow, painful death and there's not a damn thing we can do. Most of these kids are so heavily medicated, they become like zombies.  Research continues, but because this is a rare 'orphan' disease, funding is extremely hard to get."

    With repeated denials from their insurance company, the family's next step is applying for Medicaid, but first they'll have to burn through nearly all of their retirement savings to meet the asset threshhold -- sacrificing the rest of the family's future security to care for Kelsey in the present. 

    For me, Kelsey's case is an illustration of how Obamacare likely doesn't go far enough. It's an example of how medical insurance companies turn sick children into a series of little boxes to be clicked off, categories to be satisfied, benchmarks to be met. 

    But Kelsey's story will only end one way. Everything else, all that comes before, is what her family will have to hold on to at the end. Fighting with an insurance company for help shouldn't eat up another minute of that precious time.

     

    August 15, 2012 in Current Affairs, Domestic agenda, Jersey, Kids | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    KITTY CAM: I want my MeowTV

     A story in the LA Times tells of a University of Georgia research project in which Kitty Cams -- which are exactly what they sound like, tiny video cameras strapped to the collars of house cats -- were used to document felines doing whatever the hell it is they do when they leave the house.  Oliverkeyboard

    I KNOW, RIGHT? 

    The research seems to confirm what any cat owner knows already, that is, that our lovable furballs aren't just ignorant jerks who like to muscle their way onto the laptop keyboard while you're writing on deadline or hork up hairballs in the guest room. They're also pretty much violent, philandering assholes when outdoors, too:

    Two thousand hours of footage later, the researchers say 44% of the cats went on attempted killing sprees and 85% engaged in dangerous behaviors such as crossing two lane streets and exploring tight spaces where they might get trapped. Perhaps most hurtfully, footage taken by four of the cats revealed that they keep a second family on the side.

    I knew it! 

    Oliver, my trifling tuxedo cat, is known to disappear for days at a time, then arrive like a guilty spouse just back from a Las Vegas weekend. And when he shows up at the doorstep he isn't dirty and hungry -- just tired, really really tired --  leading me to long suspect he's been making time with someone else.  

    From the UGA project's website:

    One of the most surprising things we witnessed was cats adopting a second set of owners. Four of our project kitties were recorded entering another household for food and/or affection! 

    On their site, you can watch a collection of Kitty Cam clips, with awesome names like "Finding Tasty Chex Mix" and "Climbing and Peeping." 

    Clearly I'm going to need a Kitty Cam, and a live web hookup -- I have the feeling The Oliver Channel would be huge. Though I suspect his video clips would come with NC-17 ratings and have titles like "I Killed A Bunny In Jersey Just To Watch Him Die" and "50 Shades of Oliver."

    --

    I caught this one in the social media streams of pal Gary Nielson. 

    August 08, 2012 in Domestic agenda, Housewife Confessional | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    Bob Ross Remixed: It'll bring a lot of good thoughts to your heart

    This might the song of the summer.

     

    "Happy Little Clouds," from PBS Digital Studios

    July 26, 2012 in Television, Web/Tech, Whatnot | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    Shorter Sister Pat: Don't Even Step

    This, from Sister Pat Farrell, president of the Leadership Conference of Women Religious and the vice president of the Sisters of St. Francis in Dubuque, Iowa: 

    And if those issues become points of conflict, it's because Women Religious stand in very close proximity to people at the margins, to people with very painful, difficult situations in their lives. That is our gift to the church. Our gift to the church is to be with those who have been made poorer, with those on the margins. Questions there are much less black and white because human realities are much less black and white. That's where we spend our days."

    The Vatican is sending a team of bishops -- I'm imagining the long, slow-mo tracking shot of them walking down a hallway toward an interrogation room -- to put the sisters back in line on social issues like sexuality and reproductive rights. That's gonna go well. 

    FRESH AIR: Interview with Sister Pat

    (via Melody Kramer's FB page...)

    July 26, 2012 in Current Affairs, Fly Females | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

    Vintage Olympic Fashion Multiple Choice

    via sportsillustrated.cnn.com

    The one on the right is pissed because:

    a.) She forgot her flag
    b.) Her shoes got muddy and there wasn't time to clean them off before the photo
    c.) She's really Jack Lemmon in drag

    Check out SI.com's gallery of Olympic Fashion Through The Years, including the fly ladies of 1920, above. They're not all medal-worthy looks [Aside to Hungary '80: Look in the mirror and remove one accessory, dear] but damn, those Lithuanians knew how to party back in the 9-2.

    July 24, 2012 in Fashion, baby, Fly Females, Sports | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

    Penn State's Public Acts of Contrition

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    So, where do we go from here, Penn Staters?

    I’m talking to all of you, or at least, to the hundreds of thousands of alumni and friends living in the Philadelphia area. Where do we take our school next?

    When I last wrote about this, one of the questions fellow alumni had was about what we can do going forward. The alumni I talk to who are remaining loyal to the school aren't doing so to preserve Joe Paterno's legacy. Collectively, there is a genuine interest in how we can address the penalties, acknowledge the shortcomings and craft a future for Penn State.

    First -- please don’t sweat the $73 million in combined penalties from the NCAA and Big Ten, or Gov. Corbett's foot-stomping about protecting taxpayers. Because if there’s one thing PSU knows how to do, it’s raise money. And Penn Staters know how to give: In recent years, big-name alums have donated hundreds of millions of dollars -- much for sports, yes, but also for study of the law, food sciences, cancer research, and honors education.

    So it’s not about the money. It’s about punishment and penance for the entire city-state of Happy Valley.

    Like the removal of the statue and the plaques behind it, the NCAA's cancellation of several seasons worth of football wins was a literal prying away of the physical traces of the Paterno years. It's about public shaming on the NCAA's part, and institutional preservation on PSU's.

    In this way, it's very much not about the game of football, but the sacrament of sport.

    Obviously it’s no coincidence that I keep using Catholic imagery. So much of Penn State is now exposed as having indulged the same kind of systematic moral failings as the Church in its own child sex abuse scandal. JoePa was a father figure, a grandfather figure, a head of state whose many undeniable good works are undermined and overshadowed now by critical errors in leadership and lack of moral clarity when it mattered most. 

    [It also bears noting that the secular, public university has already been held more publicly accountable, showed more genuine humility, and been more welcoming of correction, than the Church will likely ever be.]

    Someone asked what I thought of the timing, of workers removing the statue in the quiet of a State College Sunday morning, covered from public view with blue tarps like a crime scene. It seemed about right, I said. Let’s face it, the bronze monument was never going to be felled in some Saddam Hussein-style public uprising. Nor are students and alumni in any mood to riot to keep it there.

    But with some obsessing on the question -- Will the statue stay? -- to the point of flying banner planes over University Park, Penn State’s leaders had two choices. Either take it down and end the discussion for now, or make a public statement of support saying the statue was staying put. And that couldn’t happen, what with the alcove off Curtin Road already turning into a shrine to a martyred saint.

    To me, the timing that really matters is the year 1998, which now seems fixed as the point at which any further abuse by Jerry Sandusky could have --  and should have -- been stopped.

    What the NCAA decided, and the university signed off on by signing the consent decree, is the notion that Paterno’s coaching career effectively ended in 1998, too. Canceling out every Penn State win from 1998 on (when McQueary was quarterback and Ray Gricar was Centre County’s District Attorney) is a direct arrow in the side of the Paterno legacy, a most personal strike.

    And you’d better believe the Paterno loyalists are taking it personally.

    On one Penn State Alumni Facebook page I frequent, the level of denial about the Freeh Report is approaching moon-landing-hoax levels of ridiculousness. They’re mad as hell -- at the trustees, at Louis Freeh, at the media (naturally), at Mark Emmert, and at Tom Corbett -- especially Tom Corbett, but I suspect that's because many voted for him. (I assure you, they won’t again.)

    Now there's a petition calling on President Erickson to step down, something about “failure of leadership and damage to the Penn State brand.” The brand! Way to prove Emmert’s point, folks. And that’s only about 11,000 people out of all the Penn Staters on Facebook.

    Time and again I’ve seen people try to make rational points about the failure of leadership at Penn State and be shouted down by the Paterno absolutists, for whom preserving the win total and maintaining “the brand” are paramount.

    It’s time to tune out that noise, to let actions speak louder than the rantings.

    July 23, 2012 in Current Affairs, Dear Old State | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

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