Olympics

I abandoned my principles--I broke down and watched the Olympics. I was at the Ford dealership getting my car fixed and the TV in the waiting room was turned to the Women's 50m Freestyle . I couldn't very well say to the other people there, "Excuse me, but due to China's ongoing persecution of political dissidents, Christians, and Tibet, I insist that we change the channel."

So I watched. In spite of the fact that the Chinese, in their standard Asian commie creepiness, had one little girl lip sync while another sang because the singer wasn't deemed sufficiently cute enough. And in spite of the fact that they had "16-year old" gymnasts who could only be 16 if they were forced to smoke, drink coffee, and sleep in a short bed, which knowing China wouldn't be outside of the realm of possibility and the fact that the Beijing Olympics has been the biggest Potemkin undertaking since Pyongyang. I watched and it was pretty damn good.