Denizens, welcome to this week’s edition of the Perfect Football Weekend™.
Arlington Heights gets its season ended by Birdville tonight, fifth-ranked Smurf Turf Douchebag State proves once again it can’t beat TCU without their so-called “trickeration” (they’ll win, but they’ll have to use trick plays to do so), sixth-ranked Oklahoma has the week off, so we’ll plug in 18th-ranked Wisconsin at UMinne-haha, 19th-ranked Nebraska is at 12th-ranked Penn State, and Dallas has Beefalo at home on Sunday.
And I’m not pontificating on the games this weekend, because I’ve got a Red Curtain o’ Blood™ covering my eyes RightAboutNow™, and a certain Filipina bitch – not to mention a lot of other Lame-Assed Media™ types – are at the top of my shit list.
Some background.  A damned good man lost his job today, and he lost it for the CARDINAL, UNFORGIVABLE SIN!!!!11!!!ONE!!1!ELEVENTYMILLION!!1!…of following Pennsylvania state law.
I refer, of course, to Joe Paterno.
For the first time in almost a half-century, someone other than Joe Paterno is calling the shots at Penn State.
The winningest coach in major college football history was fired Wednesday night
A good man is now persona non grata  with a great many shitheaded asshats around this country simply because he followed Pennsylvania state law and delivered a second-hand report from an underling about a criminal incident that he did not personally witness.  Paterno went to his athletic director, as he should have done, and reported what he had been told.  Yet, he is being treated as a pariah by those of the Fifth Column™ who think they’re entitled to be the moral arbiters of us all.
And whether Joe Paterno was initially told the lurid specifics of that 2002 rape or not, the reports that say that Jerry Sandusky still had access to the locker room, still had an office, and still was entitled to roam the Penn State campus defy all definitions of responsible adult behavior.
What does it take for someone, knowing Sandusky’s questioned past, to go to somebody in charge — the athletic director, the school president, the police — and ask, “What’s that pervert doing near this football team?”
Instead, having failed to expel one-time assistant coach and defensive coordinator Sandusky, the people at Penn State tried to pull a rug over the situation.
Because they could.
What, because you  say so, Gil LeBretard?  And pray tell, what gives you the right to pass judgment over Joe Paterno?  Or any of us, for that matter?
And then there’s that Filipina skank, Michelle “Malicious” Malkin.
Yeah, Malicious?  Tell me – when do you get your  comeuppance for what you did to Rick Perry, hm?  When do you get shunned and frog-marched (as you apparently want to do with JoePa) for whining & sniveling about Tina Brown’s “stupid photo tricks” against your honeygirl, Michelle Bachmann, then four days later did the exact same fucking thing to Governor Perry?
The point, skank, in case you can’t keep up:  Who the hell appointed you, or anyone like you, to be the definitive moral arbiter of all of us?  What gives you, or this pusstard excuse-for-a-police-commissioner Fwankie Noonan, any business to stand up there on a pedestal and say what any  of us should  do?  WHO MADE YOU THE BOSSES OF US, YOU BASTARDS?!
And now Joe Paterno, who had a 61-year career setting the definitive example of how a football program, college, pro or otherwise, should be run, is treated as less than pond scum and unceremoniously dumped from a job he loved, all because a bunch of fuckheaded, asstastic piles of shit decided to impose their own moral values on him and say he should  have done something a lot of them probably wouldn’t have had the balls to do themselves in his stead?
Ever noticed how the same ones who snivel, piss & moan about Christians supposedly imposing their values on others suddenly decide it’s okay for them  to do so when it involves their own  half-assed excuses-for-values being imposed.
Fuck ’em.  Just fuck all  of ’em. 
UPDATE:  Oh, and not to put too  fine a point thereupon (and yes, I know this doesn’t mean shit to anyone outside this blog – give me credit for still realizing the world doesn’t revolve around me)…from this point forward into perpetuity, a Perfect Football Weekend™ will be declared on the spot, regardless of how the rest of my teams do, anytime Penn State gets its ass handed to them.
Meaning, for example, that if Nebraska wins this weekend, it’s an automatic PFW, even if I go 0-4 with the other squads.
Fuck you, Penn State “trustees”.  I wouldn’t trust you now with my shit, much less my kid.