I was recent bedridden for a day because my broken back was acting up.  After praying for long time I turned on the TV for entertainment since I do not like to read in bed.  I have Directv with more channels than one can imagine.  I channel-surfed from Channel 1 all the way to Channel 400 and then I turned the TV off.  I lay there in amazement that TV entertainment is so filled with trash, stupid, offensive trash.  Even the channels I like to watch like Discovery or History channels were filled with trash.  I ended up playing one of my favorite movies, A Man for All Seasons.

I really fear for our Nation.  The moral tone of our society continues to sink lower and lower as Wesley Pruden points out with his usual wit in the article below.  It is getting so bad that it is depressing watching sports.  Thank God for Our Lord, Jesus Christ.  Hail Cross, our only hope!


Raise a jeer for State U.

By Wesley Pruden


What happened at Penn State is a tragedy, an outrage and a depravity. But that’s not all of the worst of it.


Jerry Sandusky, the onetime defensive co-ordinator of the Nittany Lions who is accused of raping little boys in the shower, is gone, perhaps to be measured for prison stripes. Joe Paterno, the head coach at Penn State for 46 years and a legend in college football second only to Bear Bryant (and maybe Amos Alonzo Stagg), is gone, too. His reputation lies in tatters as the years close in on a celebrated life. Lesser officials at Penn State, including the president of the university, are gone, too, doomed to spend the next few years with their lawyers.


But the system remains intact, and more scandal is surely inevitable. The big universities have become entertainment companies, like Disney, Paramount and Warner Bros., with similar ethical and moral codes. They’re pursuing the same dollars with the same passion and the same lack of commercial constraint. What would Hollywood be without sex, scandal, shame and calumny? It’s what makes Sammy run.


Jerry Sandusky may be gone from Penn State, but the system remains intact.

Scandal in collegiate athletics, particularly in the revenue sports, football and basketball, is not new. Last year the NCAA, which pretends to regulate conduct in collegiate sports, sanctioned the University of Southern California and withdrew recognition of its national championship of 2004 and compelled Reggie Bush, an All-American running back, to return his Heisman Trophy. Bush is now a highly paid running back for the New Orleans Saints, so why should he care? Auburn was dogged by accusations that its brilliant quarterback, Cam Newton, was delivered to the university by his father, who received $180,000 from an agent. Newton was cleared and Auburn won the national championship. Who cares about how they did it?


The real scandal is the behavior of the college presidents who know what’s going on but won’t do anything about it, not only to avoid the wrath of alumni and fans, but because they dare not risk shutting off the golden spigot that dispenses millions, and even billions, of dollars brought in by the greatest show on campus.


The Southeastern Conference, which stretches across the football-obsessed South from Arkansas to South Carolina and whose teams have won the last five national championships, last year collected a billion dollars in athletic receipts, most of it from television. The Big Ten teams (actually 11, the college presidents being not necessarily better at numbers than their semi-literate coaches and players) followed by collecting $905 million.
A decade ago the private Knight Commission on Intercollegiate Athletics examined how the shoe companies—Adidas, Nike, Reebok—have spread so much money around, with contracts not only to the universities but to the coaches as well. “We want to put our materials on the bodies of your athletes,” Sonny Vacarro, who has presided over “sponsorship empires” at the three big shoe companies, told them.
“We want to put our materials on the bodies of your athletes,” he told the Knight panel, “and the best way to do that is to buy your school. Or buy your coach.”
“But why,” asked the president emeritus of Penn State, “should a university be an advertising medium for your industry?”


A good question, but the shoe man that Taylor Branch, writing in Atlantic magazine, calls the “sneaker pimp” of schoolyard hustle, had a ready answer. “They shouldn’t, sir. You sold your souls, and you’re going to continue selling them. You can be very moral and righteous in asking me that question, sir, but there’s not one of you in this room that’s going to turn down any of our money. You’re going to take it. I can only offer it.”
In his perceptive account, “The shame of college sports,” in the October issue of the Atlantic, Mr. Branch writes that a former president of the North Carolina university system recalled to him: “Boy, the silence that fell in that room. I never will forget it.”


The allegations at Penn State raise the outrage level a notch, maybe two, but nobody could be surprised. Outrage begets outrage, and eventually spins out of control. Corruption begets corruption, too. Money talks, Big money shouts.
What the universities allow and even encourage is inexcusable, but the rest of us are to blame, too. Entertainment is all, and the saturation of the culture by cheap sex and gratuitious violence seems to be exactly what the public wants. You don’t have to be Grandma Grundy to figure out how the culture got taken to the showers at Penn State.


Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The Washington Times.

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I am a retired Roman Catholic Bishop, Bishop Emeritus of Corpus Christi, Texas
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  1. You have my prayers also!
    In Christ,

  2. revfrjpatrickserna says:

    Abyssum, you have my prayers, as usual. You are one of the few bishops with real backbone, and as such, it will inevitably make you pay the price of pain and suffering. Thank you for being a staunch and orthodox bishop, who has fought and still fights for God and God’s people.

    Pruden’s article reminds me of the Coloseum in Rome. The marble vomitoriums (english plural, not the latin plural) are still there today, as a reminder to us that spectators would watch the brutal and disgusting tortures/killings of fellow humans in that arena, because of their devotion to the True God. When it was too much gore, the spectator would go vomit in the vomitorium, and then go sit back down for more vulgar gore and brutality.

    Is this not the same as today? It is eerie, how history repeats itself,

    Fr Patrick Serna

  3. abyssum says:

    @ Curt Stoller

    Bravo, Curt! May God bless you abundantly for the witness you have borne for the sake of the unborn children threatened by abortion.

    I exercised my right as publisher of this blog to edit your comment and eliminate the too-kind things you wrote about me. I am confident that you will understand.

    – Abyssum

  4. Curt Stoller says:

    Dear Abyssum,

    Inspired by your great courage, today I drove to one of the larger Planned Parenthood buildings. An elderly gentleman was atop a large step ladder handing out rosaries and trying to talk to people entering the building. He said that they had built a wall to prevent him from speaking with the people entering for abortions. So he had bought a step ladder. Then they put a large lattice work fence atop the wall because they knew he had a ladder. This didn’t stop him. He allowed me to carry a sign noting that I had to remain on the sidewalk or be arrested. There was an elderly woman with snow white hair in front of me carrying an anti-abortion sign in one hand and the rosary in the other. I asked her how long she had been there because I had been there about an hour. She replied: “Twelve years.” People yelled obscenities at us. A red Ford Mustang whizzed by and someone spit at the elderly woman. They were driving fast and the spit hit me instead. She turned to me said: “You’ve just been baptized in the Pro-Life movement sonny. Be thankful it wasn’t a rock.” I was shocked. Several people drove by and waved. Some drove by and made the sign of the cross. What I did today was basically nothing. I was like a piece of salt dissolving in the ocean. One man showed me the building next door where there is an ultrasound machine and a chapel with the Blessed Sacrament. All of this began the day I saw heard your radio spot about Obama and abortion. And also by your message that we must participate and not just watch from the sidelines. Your back injury has not prevented you from being a Catholic Shepherd. God bless you Bishop!!!

  5. abyssum says:

    @ Ignatius Martinus

    Thank you! I am confident that by the Grace of God I will overcome this trial as I have overcome
    so many others in the past.

    – Abyssum

  6. Ignatius Martinus says:

    Dear Abyssum,

    I pray that your back problem may vanish – a little “miracle” of the Lord!!! Or at the least, I pray that the Lord will give you all the strength and graces you need to continue to endure the trial.

    Yours in Christ,


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