[Vung Tau, 7/21/24]
Now we know even mummies can catch Covid repeatedly. USA Today, “President Biden tests positive for COVID, taking him off campaign trail during critical time.” Why do corpses need your votes? Perhaps Joe just want time off to breastfeed, give birth or create more showering memories with Ashley. Hunter can join them, too. Switching between ticklish sprinkle, misty tease and hellacious hailstorm, they’ll bond like you wouldn’t believe for hours at a time. Scattering unmentionables, Hunter’s laptop will explode. Parents and children must be entirely open to each other, though not in California. In Gavin Newson’s sunshiny hell, your trannie groomed kids can have their soul, genitals and future mutilated without you having the faintest idea. Totalitarian states brainwash even babies.
Waking up this morning, I noticed Team USA was playing South Sudan, a country no American, none, has ever heard of. The absolute poorest in the world, it’s a landlocked nation of 15 million whose president made the news two years ago for pissing in his pants at a public ceremony. As a goodwill gesture, Biden should send the honorable Salva Kiir Mayardit boxes of Depend from his own stock. In return, Mayardit can toss Joe one of his black cowboy hats. They’re super snazzy. Just hearing about this game saddened if not angered me. I remember the original Dream Team beating Angola by 68 points in 1992. What are they trying to prove by pitting NBA All-Stars, several destined for the Hall of Fame, against African skeletons? Sixty percent of South Sudanese depend on international aid just to eat. This is like having Mike Tyson in his prime fight Michelle Kwan, with the latter on roller skates. I understand American morale is in the pooper, with the toilet water tank empty and the flush handle broken, but surely you can pick on someone less pitiful to boost your crapped on spirit? Is a game against the Pigmy Special Olympics Team next?
The final score was 101-100. Though a 43 point underdog, South Sudan led by 16. Only a Lebron James layup with 8 seconds left averted the upset. Of course it’s just a game, and an exhibition at that, but sports mean everything to Americans. Every night, there are several games you’re supposed to find exciting. Yanks rejoiced when “their” thuggish Philly Flyers beat up the Red Army in 1976. The US winning gold at the 1980 Olympics was dubbed “Miracle on Ice.” Watching their symbolic selves perform don’t just give lardy asses their most intense emotions, but reassure them there’s still fairness and justice. The stronger, faster or more skillful generally win, and hard work does pay off. For decades, boxing’s heavyweight champ was nearly always an American. Who cares about the feather, bantam, fly and, you’ve got to be kidding me, strawweights?! Joe Louis knocking out Max Schmeling in 1938 was an omen for WWII. Now, there’s only one US heavyweight contender, but who in hell is Jared Anderson?! America’s last heavy champ, Deontay Wilder, just did a chicken dance in his KO loss to a 41-year-old Chinese, Zhileng Zhang. It ain’t easy to find an easily gassed 289-pound Oriental to lose to, but Uncle Sam is staggering into the unknown.
The Paris Olympics are set to begin. As with the Tokyo games, Russia and Belarus are banned. Although the US and NATO instigated the Ukrainian bloodletting, Jewish steered white nations are welcomed, so will dominate the medal table. Israel, too, will be represented, despite its Gaza genocide in full view. As for the opening ceremony, we’re likely to see another Satanic display. Taunting us gives them much pleasure. Ukrainian survivors marching in will be given the loudest cheer from those who have engineered their nation’s destruction.
With home evictions, homelessness, store closures and Jewjab deaths rising most alarmingly, we can still be mesmerized by young, beautiful bodies performing impossible feats. If your fridge is near empty and your kids are on fentanyl or tranc, it may be hard, though, to give a shit about rhythmic gymnastics, curling, canoe slalom or futsal. Watching Chinese ping pong players competing against each other under two dozen flags is always amusing and instructive, if only for three minutes.
France has won 889 medals. With a larger population, Vietnam has bagged just five! Two were in shooting, two in weightlifting and one in Taekwondo. Unlike other nations, Vietnam has not imported foreigners to boost its medal count. Athletically pathetic, it merely has ethnographic homogeneity, thus social cohesion. Though short and scrawny, they also know how to endure. Its Latin root means “to make hard.” Seeming listless, they’re actually hard asses.
Aliens who increase your chances in soccer or basketball are also adept at other traits perhaps not so groovy. No two races are equally competent or inclined at anything. Sorry to trigger those in the deracinated and denatured cult known as progress.
I must apologize for using “mummies.” The correct term is mummified persons, just as there are no slaves, only enslaved persons, though only idiots don’t know slaves are already persons. The next time you’re in the British Museum or American Museum of Natural History, make sure you’re triple masked to not catch or give FLiRT variants to their mummified persons in residence.
Among +11 million illegals fasttracked into the US under our Whitey Housed mummified bossman, there must be worldclass sprinters, pommel horse humpers and bouncy cheeked beach volleyballers best shot from below, along with child sex traffickers, oppressed rapists, mad hatters for Hunter, justifiable shoplifters and gleeful murderers. As long as American medal count stays ahead of South Sudan, Vietnam, Papua New Guinea and Nauru, it will be worth it.
How appropriate that America’s greatest Olympian ever is a celebrated trannie? Though Bruce never went full monty operationally, Caitlyn is an American pioneer on par with Neil Armstrong. In her own way, each sent America to the moon!
[Vung Tau, 7/21/24]
[Vung Tau, 7/20/24]
[Tepotzotlán, Mexico on 6/5/17]
[Beirut, 12/2/20]
I used to think that the Olympics was the one international event where everyone temporarily set aside their squabbles with one another. I thought it was in the ancient Greek tradition to do it that way. But it turns out that various nations have been banned off and on for a long time. In perusing that list, one can't help but notice that the same "winners" that write all the history books are the ones that get to choose who gets banned from the next Olympics. As one wise guy said, "I noticed in my history books that the good guys have ALWAYS won! What are the odds??"
Russia and the BRICS are starting up their own version of the Olympics called (I think) The Friendship Games. Hopefully they have better luck at observing the original tradition of allowing every nation to compete.
It's kind of sad to see the accident of their nation's politics deprive aspiring individual athletes of the rare chance to compete and, if things go their way, achieve a bit of international fame. This is especially true with those plucked from circumstances you know might give them more important things to worry about. But with respect to countries, why should anyone care which one "wins" the most medals?
If anyone deserves true respect, perhaps it is nations like South Sudan, for even managing to put together a team at all. Over half a century ago, I attended an enormous suburban high school (~5000 students) in the Midwest. One big thing every year was the state basketball tournament, where each school, large or small, sent a team. In my senior year, my school won the state championship undefeated, but with so many students to choose from, putting a first-rate team on the court was no challenge. In the semi-finals, we were paired with a small downstate school with a student body of just over 200, and for them it was almost a Cinderella story--they lost to us in double overtime by a single point. I'll bet every one of those 200 students and every one of their family members was in the gym for that game, and you had to take your hat off to them. They may have "lost," but I didn't really feel like we had "won."
There is a lot of truth to that t shirt slogan "society is a puppet show."