I’m not watching the Olympics this year. Not becuase I don’t care- it’s one of the few things in sports I still pay attention to- but because with each iteration of the games the Olympic ideals become more be more a joke- a kind of sarcastic afterthought for the IOC.
I was with a group of people I don’t know last night, some of who were waxing poetic about how beautiful the opening ceremonies were. I could care less. Bejing is on lockdown. People are getting beaten in public, and China doesn’t deserve the games in the first place.
My only hope here is that with the planet’s attention on Bejing for these two weeks people will finally begin to see the physical impact were having on the world. That smog wafting begins our NBC anchors is all of our responsibility. And by “our” I mean anyone who cab read this, becuase no matter who you are or where you are, Chinese manufactured goods are involved in delivering this message to you.
The gods seemed to have doubled down on the badness this games- can anyone recall an invasion starting on the day of the Opening Ceremonies before? That’s completely against the Olympic Spirit, but I bet the IOC won’t have the stones to ask- even ASK not ORDER- Russia to leave the games.
