Down with the Olympics

My opinion of sport is much the same as Malcolm Muggeridge’s: nothing brings out unsportsmanlike behaviour as much as sport.

My disinterest in sport is so intense that I probably would not have noticed that the Olympic games were taking place were it not for the satanic opening ceremony and the celebration of a genetic man beating up a woman in a boxing competition.

I didn’t expect much outrage over this from the Anglican Church of Canada and I wasn’t disappointed. We do have this article in the Journal, though, which conveniently ignores the capering of the opening ceremony demons and the gender-based violence against women. Instead, the writer complains that the whole thing cost too much.

She has a point, any amount would have been too much.

From here:

It’s hard to argue with my daughter. When she takes the time to be critical of something, she comes loaded with information and well-reasoned, clearly-articulated arguments.

She thinks the Olympics are scandalous. Her viewpoint on this is bolstered by her experience in our church, where every day we open our doors to feed a staggering number of people in our small city as a means of filling the gaps for the food insecure and unhoused of St. Catharines. It runs entirely on the generosity of donors, who give it time, money and groceries; not one tax dollar funds this essential 365-days-a-year feeding program. It is impossible to see the need in our community, represented in the hundred-plus people coming every day for breakfast, and not conclude that our richly-resourced nation, in not seeing this desperate level of poverty and hunger as the first order of business in the allocation of money and resources, has a huge priority problem. And then it’s not a huge jump to hear numbers like $11 billion bandied about as the cost of the Paris Olympics and conclude that this extravagant outpouring of resources from host countries for events that are so elite and rarified is downright sinful.

The Olympics; are they over yet?

I confess I didn’t watch the Olympic opening ceremony, or any of the events; and I won’t watch the closing ceremony. I’m sure that many people derive innocent and intense pleasure from watching competitors hurl themselves down slippery slopes at reckless speeds; I don’t.

Michael Coren doesn’t seem to like the Olympics much either:

An opening ceremony consisting of the RCMP, Natives, k.d. lang dressed as a man, a plump white poet with a silly beard pretending to be black and what appeared to be the cast of Avatar all dancing about and explaining how Canada is based entirely on environmental protection and the cult of equality.

The Olympic torch carried by various people who love Canada so much that they haven’t lived here in decades and spend most of their lives pretending to be American. Oh, and when did Donald Sutherland last make a good movie?

I thought k. d. lang was man: an illiterate man blissfully unaware of the correct use of capital letters.