So to answer all those despicable questions from years past.

Names that will go down in the annals of history as traitors. People who cared more about vanity, about what others think, than about the ideals that bound them to hundreds of thousands of their brethren. Let us never forget The Thirty-One. Joe Paterno’s players wore jerseys with numerals and no names. These people, the antithesis of Joe Paterno, get a number as a name, for they forsook the very man who provided them the prestige and status they wore as if kings and queens. 9:00 PM EST on November 9, 2012 will be remembered as the moment the sleeping giant awoke. When the ineptitude, lying, cheating and disgusting political backwater that was Pennsylvania government sounded its own death knell. When a half-million Penn State Alumni realized that the best thing about Pennsylvania is Penn State, and for over half-a-century the best thing about Penn State was Joe Paterno. These Alumni will rise up, from every corner of the state and the country, and remove the bonds of servitude placed upon their great University by those who have neither the desire nor the backbone to carry on its ideals. Eventually each of The Thirty-One will die, rotting away and becoming dust, their names fodder for the crows of media future. Joe Paterno will not die. His vision will continue to grow and prosper, to inspire generation after generation toward the pursuit of excellence by all. We are honored to have been here when he was. Our thoughts will be with him and his family always. Rest in Peace. Godspeed. Salute.