Link to full blog entry here.
Between Jennifer Wiley and “Warren Martin’s girlfriend” refusing to speak….. Julius running off to deepest darkest Africa…. and releasing records that are redacted out the wazoo, my alma mater could not appear more guilty if she were standing over a dead body holding a smoking gun, a bloody butcher knife, a sign around her neck saying “I did it”; and a maniacal grin on her face.
UNC is up to its armpits in quicksand yelling “someone throw us an anvil, an anchor and a dozen bowling balls…. please.”
He wraps up today’s column with:
Alls I want is “a Buford Pusser” to emerge out of the obfuscating fog and start swinging a 2×4.
Stop handing out golden parachutes and stop redacting….
Start kickin’ ass and start naming names…..
And, for Gawd Sakes….. Bring ALL the dead skunks up out of the basement before bragging about the new wallpaper in the foyer.
There has to be a better answer than “….. our mess isn’t as bad as Penn State’s.”