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.
In adjacent apartments that resemble broom closets with windows, three young, ambitious neighbors come together to discuss,… More