Mike McQueary’s account of his action upon witnessing a rape of a minor, via Jill, Pundit & Pundette :
“I stepped back and didn’t want to see it anymore. I slammed the locker shut, and when I looked in, they had separated. I know they saw me, they both looked directly into my eyes, and neither said anything to me.”
The difference between a turd and McQueary is that you at least use the former as fertilizer.
Dear God. Did anyone give a thought to what kind of weekend the anonymous, totally disregarded little boy was having? Not that I can tell. But they worried about their own and each other’s feelings .
Evidence Pennsylvania State University has no course offerings on the topic of shame.