A Change of Pace

Thought that I would mix things up here for a moment.

Something that may surprise people who read this blog but don't know me (probably nobody, but you never know) is that I actually really love this country. Which, ironically, is why I'm usually so critical of it; I know that it can do better, especially than it has over the past eight years. Also, generally speaking, writing about things that are good typically isn't that interesting. Sometimes you have to make an exception.

So I'm sitting at home with the Olympics on, its men's gymnastics, and it is amazing to watch people from so many different parts of the world competing. The Chinese are amazing of course, as are the Russians, the Indians, and some other assorted Europeans; I can't help but have this big shit eating grin because every single one of them has an American flag on his uniform. All of the other teams all look identical, but ours looks identical to all the other teams combined. Thats fucking awesome.


Also, Dara Torres is my hero. Most of the girls she is racing weren't even born yet when she won her first olympic medal back in 1984; they haven't caught up with her yet.

It Am Only Thing To Do!!!

For Great Justice!

Ain't that the fucking truth.

I swear that most of my fellow American's are like goldfish; nothing beyond the most basic short term memory, and virtually no brains to speak of at all. :-P