Every four years, the Olympics get a little more loathsome.
It was bad enough when the Olympics were a celebration of nationalism. For all its many faults, nationalism is at least human.
But this tasteless, over-the-top display has evolved into a celebration of global statism. In the Peking Olympics, they had masses of Chinese marching around like robots, perfect little cogs in the machinery of the state. This mess in England, so far, has featured rituals honoring socialized medicine (leaving out the part about your having to pull your own teeth when you have a toothache), multicultural crapola, and denouncing capitalism. We have been treated to sentimental displays of English village life supposedly destroyed by capitalism, breath-taking for sheer hypocrisy. Maybe if they stopped importing Muslims, they could go back to being England–but don’t hold your breath waiting for that to happen.
God only knows what these displays cost. The world is going broke, but spare no expense for the Olympics! How else are statists to celebrate the triumph of the will?
And in the end, we wind up with untold millions of people vegetating on their couches, watching untold hours of swimming, track, and gymnastics because the sponsors and the leaders have told them they are now passionately devoted to swimming, track, and gymnastics–sports that wouldn’t interest them for 30 seconds, otherwise.
I think I’d rather watch ants crawl in an out of an anthill than watch the Olympics. The ants display more individuality.