In 1783, George Washington was forced to step in and stop a conspiracy of officers who, with the perhaps admirable intention of getting deserved pay for themselves and their men, nearly threw away an entire revolutionary effort by breaking the newly born American tradition of civilian oversight of the military. Would the army really abstain from patience with the British still in New York?
Thankfully, the answer was no.
In 2012, with all of Penn State's past traditions dead, buried, and danced upon, SBNation now stands atop us to destroy everything we have left - the only thing we have left: our logo. Paterno is dead, our name is shamed forever, our past is discredited, and our mother lies in the corner - bound, conquered, and, worst of all, deeply satisfied. SBN has turned away from our mother (of course, the disgusting womanizer) and now eagerly awaits ripping away our only reminder of who we are. Or, as you will soon write instead, who we were.
This is the worst thing in BSD history. If Richard Aceto had a baby with skins4ever, named him Jim Tressel Aceto and taught him how to post on blogs, it would not be worse than this. This is actually worse than secession, and you know what that means coming from me.
We have to do something or else future generations will look back upon us with astonishment that those with the greatest blog logo in history did the least to preserve it. We'll preserve for them the last, best hope for Penn State fans who want good logos or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of generic bullcrap.
"All it takes for a bad logo to win is for good men to do nothing." - some German guy
"Where does the good logo go? Where does the river flow? Where does the north wind blow? Where does the good logo go?" - Buck Owens