I struggle with writing this. To be completely honest, I simply don’t care about this silly little thing happening in Vancouver; to write about it, at (any) length, is tortuous. Last night, I tried. I watched figure skating. I watched a woman cry because her mom died. That sucks, but I would venture to guess that many a folk, who aren’t ‘Olympians’ (myself included), have lost significant people over the last few days, so why should I care more? Because some silly commentator tells me that this was, under the circumstances, the most incredible skating experience of all time? Nope. I care about real people more than this made up lady contorting on ice. Serious.
So, why do I hate the Olympics? Some have compared it to hating babies! I love babies! What’s the dif.? Lemme tell you.
A baby is born from love. An Olympian is born from money. It may be that simple… easy way out. Ok. So, going with this. I makes me sick how much money we spend on our athletes. They fly around and get fucked. They smoke pot and get onto the Conan O’Brian show for it. They ‘secretely’ fuck anyone (Cowboy’s waitresses, listen up) in the most secret of spots. They are lauded as heroes.
I know people who try to make art for a living. Who debase themselves to working shit jobs to pay bills and the debt from tours. Are these people, who bring life to any who listen, lauded? No. They are spit on. They are called hippies, or peace niks, not taken seriously except by a few. The rest, watch hockey with blank face. The rest bang on table. The rest buy jerseys. Fuck that.
Sports are a joke, or, if you will, a new opiate of the masses. Many hate religion; well, Sports is the new Christianity. I would join the Catholic Church before I buy a ticket to any Flames or Canucks, or Olympic game. I would Hail Mary a thousand times before I inflict that poison upon the pallet of my child. It is sickening. It will fall. Trust me.