Hey: Let’s all go down to Rio! (or Not)

Welcome to the quadrennial exhibition of more drug-induced heart attacks than ever, massive financial kick-backs, huge displays of false modesty by the winners; along of course with massed gritting of teeth by the losers; and of course the four-yearly cycle of critics of Caster Semenya trying to prove that she/he ain’t what she/he claims to be, and they have the testosterone tests to prove it! I am, naturally, referring to the ongoing National-Bankruptcy Petition otherwise know as the Brazilian Olympic Games.

There have been many, many articles written about the Games in general, and of various Nations’ participation in particular. When writing about happenings which stand out in one’s memory about the Games, I am somewhat limited; mainly because of the fact that watching just about all sports gives me a fervent wish to be somewhere else; anywhere else! But the sight of the stockmen’s horses galloping around the Sydney arena, sinews extended to the majestic notes from The Man from Snowy River; really did it for me. If the organisers had left it like that, and marched the athletes on, and declared the Games open: great! Unfortunately, the next two hours were wasted showing their Idea of Australia, ending with the massed march of lawnmowers: need I say more?

But a better view of the Rio Games can be gained by a good scan of The Onion’s review, which says it all about this complete waste of borrowed money which, seemingly, is about Global Politics as much as drug-fuelled athletic endeavour. The most apposite statement is given with the comment:-

Maracanã Stadium

Number six on future Forbes article titled “10 Contributing Factors To Brazilian Bankruptcy”

Says it all: really!

N.B. For further reading, and certain explanations about how the London Olympic story unfolded, read Forman’s Games, by Lance Forman, the owner of one of the 350 local businesses which were ruthlessly removed from their premises, under false and oppressive laws and ruling; and possibly one of the few if not the ONLY one to remain a viable business today, because he would not bend to the likes of Sebastian Coe and all the Labour slimeballs who were intent on ruining his business!

5 comments for “Hey: Let’s all go down to Rio! (or Not)

  1. August 3, 2016 at 4:10 pm

    What can anyone say? Jaw drooping on the crowd but not unexpected.

  2. Hereward Unbowed.
    August 3, 2016 at 6:00 pm

    Another circus of the bizarre and no one dare utter a word of criticism about the Chinese team who devour illegal muscle building substances for fun, it’s just so much easier for everyone to have a turn at, bash the Russians and what of the Yanks?

    The London liberal tosserati corporate tickets all round and Brad and George rolled up too [fucking yippee]….and loved it all last time around – despite the £7 billion cost overrun, “never mind sweetie the proles will pay – yah?”

    And what about poor, poorer and yet poorer Brazil, well just look west, only a few hundred miles away for its [Brazil’s] future: Venezuela or south towards………… Argentina.

    And the other great sport…………………………..?

    Is a guessing game and always of limpic proportions – corporate even!

    How many………. will al beeb take on their South American hols and all paid for by the licence fee payer? Ho hum, I’m betting on 600+, and what a freebie, I mean it’s not like they are working for a living or anything is it?!

    Get in there!

    • August 3, 2016 at 6:42 pm

      I read that the total Beeb numbers approach 360; which, being about 230 more than any other broadcaster, is about par for the course. After all, someone’s got to make the coffee!

      • Hereward Unbowed.
        August 4, 2016 at 12:07 am

        Samba wiv sumfin ice cool and yeah, we all want da al beeboids to fu….ckoffee and not come backee.

  3. Henry Kaye
    August 5, 2016 at 8:55 am

    I was quite enthused with the 1948 Games. After all, we had just come out of a war and we needed something to buoy us up! Since ten, my enthusiasm has waned year by year. The event expanded its scope every year and the competition for the host nation became more and more fierce. It became a competition as to who could spend more money putting on the extravaganza. The athletes became more and more professional and drugging became the name of the game. There was money to be made and performers and connections were quick to jump on board. The whole thing now disgusts me.

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