February 11th, 2010

wild west

For the record ...

... and I don't say this with any pride or even some political axe to grind.

The truth is, I just don't give a shit about the Olympics — except for the hockey, in which I am compelled to maintain some interest. I might actually watch some of the games.

But about those who ski quickly, or dance forcefully, or sweet with authority ... er, you know, good luck to you and all that, but I'm simply indifferent.

(And yes, I'm aware of the anti-social sociological results that hosting a Games usually brings to said host's city, and the Nazi origin of the torch ceremony &cetera, but I think, when wars are being fought and famines ignored, that those too are pretty small beans.)

I'd like to see the Canadian boys and girls bring home hockey gold and might (might!) watch a game or two, but I am basically, fundamentally, indifferent to the whole kit and kibboodle.

In all likelihood, this has been my final Olympics-related post.

Carry on.