This is just outrageous.
Sandusky Made Nearly $500K At The Second Mile After Admitting He Showered With A Boy, According To Tax Records
The Second Mile only stopped paying Sandusky in 2009, after the charity also decided to stop Sandusky from camping out with young boys.
And what about Second Mile?
Also noteworthy are the salaries of the top employees at The Second Mile, who gave themselves raises almost every year, even as the economy withered. The Second Mile's president and CEO Jack Raykovitz has cleared over $1 million in direct compensation since 1998. Raykovitz's total in that span: $1,300,145.
Raykovitz's right-hand-woman, Katherine Genovese, has been with the charity since 1998 and made almost as much money as her boss. Genovese's total direct compensation since then: $912,563. The other longtime employee of the charity is Henry Lesch, who started with Genovese. He made $793,667 in the same span.
And the perp
Sandusky also wrote a resignation letter in which he said he was stepping down to "devote more time to my family and personal matters." The charity removed the letter from its website at some point, but it lingered in a Google search cache. Sandusky wrapped up his letter with the following statement: "I celebrate the power of caring adults to change children's lives and ... take the next step in my own life."
The total fail of Penn State Admin coupled with the total fail of the Second Mile is unbelievable.
And it's not going to end there if rumors be true.
An Interview With The Radio Host Who Dropped That Jerry Sandusky Kiddie-Sex-Ring Rumor On Everybody
"I can give you a rumor and I can give you something I think might happen. I hear there's a rumor that there will be a more shocking development from the Second Mile Foundation—and hold on to your stomachs, boys, this is gross, I will use the only language I can—that Jerry Sandusky and Second Mile were pimping out young boys to rich donors. That was being investigated by two prominent columnists even as I speak."
Sick, sick, sick
Multiple friends in high school were abused by a sick Priest, the chaplain. The f*cker even convinced my parents to let him take me to a movie and dinner. The movie? The French Connecition. "Did you ever pick your feet in Poughkeepsie?" He brought along an enabler, a female language teacher so no bad sh*t went down. After the movie, driving home, I can still here him saying "Police Emergency, police emergency". Arggh.
This shit haunted me then and tears my guts out today. Longtime jail sentences is just not enough.
God bless the children.