So, I just paid the end of my monetary legal obligation to my erstwhile corrupt lord & lady land lordies. Lost checks and south philly punk destruction parties thrust into my home did not make for the best of lawish (sic) standing.
But now, poorer, I am rid of the situation.
So ... I turned on the international dick-measuring contest called the XXIX OLYMPIAD. And guess what, a bunch of 14-year-old Chinese girls have bigger dicks than the collective whole of the American populous. And I say, hats off to those dicks.
Honestly, watching the Gymnasts made me realize how much more the Chinese deserved to win than we Americans. They had more fun, they played around more, and furthermore, they managed to win without the use of bodies that looked jam-packed with neck-seeking steroids. They seemed to be in their element and completely comfortable accomplishing outlandish tasks while also seemingly retaining some semblance of comfort within the bounds of their corporeal forms.
Kudos.
Also, I hear Mr. Phelps is an impersonal, dismissive, and rude man. Apparently my friend swam with him once. I trust this character analysis to be accurate.
Swell tidings, and soon returns.
p.s. the gymnasts, while minutely adjusting their balance, looked as if they could have been doing some manner of florid semaphore....
p.p.s ...or dancing like Jay Makary on crack.
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THEY CAN'T PROVE THAT THEY ARENT SIXTEEN.
so what? who cares? is that a problem just because it adds insult to injury? not only were the americans bested, but by little girls even littler than the little girls that are supposed to be challenging our little girls.
Also, this fetishization of the olympics kinda makes me want to puke. Watching the commercials between swimming events and watching the news after tonight's olympic end, I saw people rooting for our country fanatically.
Why?
First of all, I think that it is weird to feel an allegiance to an ethnicity. Why should I define myself by the cultural practices from history of a group with which I share nothing but genetics (which, last time I checked did not operate by Jean-Baptiste Lamarck's principles). As far as I'm concerned, the only thing I inherited from my European forebears is a dearth of melanin, a lactose tolerance, and an appreciation of beer (thank you little ice age).
Furthermore, when it comes to nations, why should I root so hard for the one that I happened to be born into? A chance event (one statistically against the odds) brought me into existence here. So why should I draw the line at my geographical location?
Can't we all be on the same team and root for an awesome spectacle instead of an awesome victory?
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