The Olympics: Now With More Gay...

 "The only thing gayer than a gay rendition of The Last Supper is a gay rendition of The Last Supper on a fucking boat floating through the middle of Paris..." -- The Overlord

I'm going to get this out of the way first:

The Overlord is not, nor has he ever been, a religious man. A youth spent in Catholic schools will do that to you. I do, however, object to the queering of The Last Supper on the grounds that an event that is supposedly one of the most-important in the formation of  Christianity, and Christianity, itself, being one of the pillars of Western Civilization, should be mocked in quite the way it was.

I would ask "What were they thinking?" but the answer is quite obvious.

No one was.

This is one (of the many) problems with the new religion of Woke. It seems the intent is always not to send a greater moral message or to make people think in a more circumspective manner, but rather to offend, gratuitously and viscerally. It is the same mindset that glues itself to or tosses Cream of Mushroom upon, a Titian or El Greco; that victimizes for the sake of spite; that must announce it's dumbfuck every 12 seconds because, in reality, the dumbfuck is the only thing that makes these people even moderately interesting.

Without the dumbfuck they might as well be part of the furniture. They might as well be invisible.

Because society, as a whole, has neither need nor use for them, and not because gay or trans or whatever, but because truly useless and otherwise unappealing. Because society "rejects" such people, they're simply returning the favor, as they see it.

The only problem is they come out of that equation looking lamer than they did before and have encouraged society to ignore their dumbfuck even harder.

It's also not very "brave", as I've heard some left-leaning wastes of gametes proclaim. Christianity is an easy target, mostly because Christians don't go around blowing up buildings, beheading you, tossing you off rooftops for accepting a man's penis in your ass, or otherwise go all Allahu Akbar on your fag*ot ass.

The people you're attempting to offend have a history, and doctrine, of forgiveness and turning the other (non-ass) cheek.

So, you are in effect going out of your way to further alienate yourself from the very people who were most-likely to accept you and defend you.

You want to be brave and avant garde? Go and "queer" Mohammed's first night with his child bride in central Tehran.

Let me know how that goes for you.

Otherwise, shut the fuck up and thank whatever you hold holy that you live in a tolerant society that doesn't douse you in gasoline and set you aflame just because you like to smuggle rodents in your backside.

Western Culture is in dire need of defense. When it is attacked inside one of the greatest Western nations to ever exist, during a celebration of a Western Cultural phenomenon that has a 4,000 year pedigree stretching back to Ancient Greece, and some of those steeped in that Western Tradition applaud it, we have a serious problem.

No wonder "Mohammed" is the most-popular baby name in France.

Now, onto the farce that is the Modern Olympiad.

The Overlord does not watch this bullshit. There is no need to. I am not interested in most of the...ahem...sports on display. Kayaking, Synchronized swimming, Diving, Gymnastics, and tossing very heavy weighted balls don't not interest me in the least. Watching horses jump over fences or tiny waifs tumbling, or douchebags in bright-colored Spandex pedal their bicycles through the streets of Paris leave me bored. 

These are "sports" only in the context that they are considered such by the assholes who engage in them, and their numbers are relatively miniscule. I rather doubt that fencing, for example, pulls in audiences and advertising money like Soccer, Hockey, Baseball or (American) Football do. If you polled sports fans, I doubt that Costal Rowing would appear anywhere in the top 500 sports or games that come to mind.

I'm also sick of the puerile notion that "the Games" bring people together. That all the nations of the Earth are somehow brought closer to harmony because we have competitions for the fastest swimmer or whose dingbat can jump higher than someone else's.

The games, at their root, are all about Nationalism, although we're supposed to pretend they aren't. The goal is to bring home the gold for your Nation, after all, and perhaps achieve a measure of residual, but short-lived, immortality for yourself. That Wheaties box beckons; that fifteen minutes of Olympic glory awaits, and before you know it, you're forgotten by the greater mass of people all over the world, and we go back to hating one another just as we did before.

If you doubt this, ask yourself whatever happened to Sebastian Coe? Michael Johnson? Mitch Gaylord?

And even the Olympians you DO remember all have something of a notoriety, rather than fame attached to them.

Bruce Jenner, anyone? Florence Johnson? Marion Jones? Ryan Lochte?

Anyone who even pretends the Games are not about Nationalism and National Pride, considering the "athletes" (any sport that doesn't have defense nor runs the risk of being permanently disabled by an opponent is not "a sport") are supported by their governments, who pay for their upkeep, training, transportation, healthcare and so much more, that this isn't an "investment" in furthering national prestige is lying to themselves and you.

We don't so much celebrate the winners -- unless they are telegenic or make for a stirring narrative -- as we do the medal counts.

And so I do not watch.

And I gather many more people feel the same way I do.

There's no juice in watching NBA players dominate.

There's no thrill in watching people run a marathon.

There is absolutely nothing fascinating about archery. If the targets shot back, maybe.

Which is why I reckon someone decided the best way to spice things up was to have a barge full of transvestites and other degenerates float down the Seine, paying less-than-homage to one of the supposedly great events of Western Civilization.

It's EXACTLY the sort of thing the French Nobility of the 18th century would have done, just before the Gallic rabble lopped their heads off and stormed the Bastille.

Nowadays the head-loppers and rabble have names like Ramzi Al'Kaboom and they've just been given yet another example of how careless Europeans are with their history, their heritage and how little they care about things like social cohesion, good manners and taste.

We may have witnessed the Fall of Modern France, live and in color, as they used to say, and this is a harbinger of the doom of Western Europe, at the very least. It won't even protect, defend or treasure it's own past.

If that is the case, then one can safely assume that once one tradition dies all the others soon follow, including the world-wide competition to see which pre-pubescent girl can hurl herself airborne the best from a vault, or watching sweaty men grapple each other in a curiously-sexually-suggestive manner.

I've said it before; it bears repeating: this is sports for chicks and gay dudes.

It appears the opening ceremonies are now, too.