Olympicunts

The Summer Olympics, the biggest sporting event on planet Earth and the biggest occasion for an unrelated rant about the connection between sports and some morbid things like identification with other people's achievements, have recently ended. The rant started elsewhere, but as a rule, one has to build on the momentary inspiration with something more, a few extra words in this dark and forgotten corner...The Olympic Games are an interesting phenomenon for many reasons, one of which is playing with the perception of paradise. For example, there are sports like fencing, so uninteresting and always with more competitors than spectators...which is funny.

Some characters in white with masks on their heads that resemble the Fly are staggering around stabbing themselves with a piece of wire. There is also clay pigeon shooting with a shotgun (yes, there is such a thing at the Olympics), wrestling and archery where people who are irresistibly associated with geeks and nerds, fat and clumsy, shoot from heavily modified small-caliber weapons at a target while wearing eye guards like those of pack horses, various visual aids and leave a general impression of undiluted moronism. Archery has as much in common with handling and using arms as riding a scooter has with running.

The Summer Olympics, the biggest sporting event on planet Earth and the biggest occasion for an unrelated rant about the connection between sports and some morbid things like identification with other people's achievements, have recently ended. The rant started elsewhere, but as a rule, one has to build on the momentary inspiration with something more, a few extra words in this dark and forgotten corner...The Olympic Games are an interesting phenomenon for many reasons, one of which is playing with the perception of paradise. For example, there are sports like fencing, so uninteresting and always with more competitors than spectators...which is funny.

Let's not forget his majesty, the king of boredom among sports and the king of monotony - Cycling, which is so boring that it deserves its own rant and banter...But no sport with its moronity can surpass Water Polo. It is clear that it exists only for the masses in a certain country to feel momentarily significant through the fact of `winning a medal for our people`. In this case, mostly Chetniks, Ustashas or Frogs. Or Hungarians. I have no doubt that it was invented by rich English faggots from some same-sex attraction nursery known as `preparatory school`, but here, it has found fertile ground in the sad Balkans...

Beyond that purpose, water polo does not exist. It is so boring, stupid, pederastic and unnecessary that it is not even funny. Apart from the obvious homoerotic situation with a bunch of naked men holding their butts or legs in a pool - there is also the obligatory waving of hands in front of the goal, the same but exactly the same movements in every attack and the general absence of any display of physical intelligence or, at the very least, creativity. And how insane does a random patriot have to be to watch that just because `their` team will win a medal?! To watch a bunch of naked, freshly shaven men holding their genitals? But okay, homoeroticism and nationalism have a lot more in common than the average patriot would like to admit.

Spitting in the air or throwing a toilet bowl into the distance would be far more interesting sports, if only the Olympic Committee had the ear to introduce a couple more disciplines that would interest no one outside of the `medal count` and patriotic madness. Let's not forget his majesty, the king of boredom among sports and the king of monotony - Cycling, which is so boring that it deserves its own rant and banter...

(Roger Mortis, 143)