Remember when the NYT wanted people to pay to read its columnists? Yep, that happened.
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.
Hahahaha! Get it? ‘Cause that’s where a grown man anally raped little boys. It’s a boy-rape joke, in the Paper of Record, from a woman who’s probably paid a sum that would make most people feel ill. Media!