I've never really understood the appeal of New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd - I think she generally relies on broad caricatures and reduces complex issues into celebrity gossip - but her column today, which mysteriously includes a "joke" of sorts in a discussion of child rape, might be a step too far:
Standing a few feet away from Jerry Sandusky, as he laughed and reminisced with friends in the front row of the courtroom, made me want to take a shower.
Just not in the Penn State locker room.
That was the gateway to horror where innocence was devoured by evil, over and over and over again, without a word being said. Just rhythmic smacking and slapping noises, silent screams, gutted psyches.
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