Can't get it up? (new rant)

Tonight there was an article on Sixty Minutes about gang rapes by basketball players on a college campus. Far as I am concerned, rape is rape, no excuses. This article was tastelessly followed by a commercial for some erectile dysfunction drug, so I was out of there, speeding out of the t.v. room, my pants on fire.
I can't stand the pharmaceutical crap that clogs commercial t.v. And I especially can't stand those ads for what to do about nether parts, burping, gas, feminine products etc.
And what do we really think about the way we deal with athletes who seem to have a free ride? We conveniently look the other way as they rape, shoot, fight dogs, threaten and steal. (Coby Bryant for one)
Perhaps the excessive male hormones are a part of the athletic expertise? But, does that give our athletes carte blanche to rape and pillage?
I know of several athletes who are truly philanthropic
and caring. These are the ones who are on site for the dedication of a Habitat for Humanity house. They have provided all the furniture and they get the kudos and their photo in the paper. But I am wary. Even these wonderful guys may be discredited. You have to wonder about folks who toot their own horn.
Greg Mortenson, the guru and author of "Three Cups of Tea", the guy who was supposedly saved after a climbing trip in the Himalayas went wrong and then got religion and started many schools in Pakistan seems to have been fudging the facts and the financials. I have read these books and was moved by his words and work. I know that our troops in Afghanistan are required to read his books. Seems to me that Mortenson, like so many others, is a victim of his own fame. You begin something amazing that works, then you get others on board who can raise money for the cause, then you write a book about it, and maybe tweak the truth a bit (because you really really need the money to go forth) And then, suddenly you are a rock star! No need now to hunker down in the gritty villages; you can get others to go out there because now you have a staff.
And all the time you think you are still following your dream. It happened so seamlessly.
So, everyone has the potential to be co-opted by circumstance. It takes major energy to remain humble (and ethical).
A corrective is to bike a few miles on the Withlacoochee trail as we did today in the glorious spring weather. So many birds and so many colorful wildflowers to be seen. No trash! Yesterday we joined some other concerned citizens to spend a couple of hours picking up trash along the road between the school and the RR track. We filled ten large bags, and anthropologists we are, we noticed that there were many tiny plastic bags, thousands of beer bottles, millions of snack bags.
When I exit my studio on the yard side I must jump over the black racers who are heavy into snake sex. Two of them are out there now, and when I go out they shake and pretend they are rattlers. Who knew? They seem not to have erectile dysfunction, and actually, the males have two penises. I carefully step over them and go out to watch the bats flying against the full moon.