Blogging on a rainy afternoon

With the success of grinding out yesterday’s blog I thought I would give the-inspiration-on-the-balcony another try today. Unfortunately this was a total disaster because of the violent rain and electric storm that roared in just as I was dozing, er, I mean just as I was getting inspired. So I returned to my room, and while Spot hid in the closet I sat at the computer, ready to compose the latest entry.

I was thinking as I was composing this that I could possibly be killed by about three million volts of electricity coursing through my body should this building be hit. At the least, my keyboard could melt and my hard drive fried. I carried on and left my lot in the hands of Odin or whoever was the going god of the day.

First in my thoughts was why I even bother buying a 649, and when I do, why I even bother checking it. I know full well that the most I will ever win is another stupid ticket. I checked my ticket and I didn’t even win another ticket. Which reminds me, I expect to win big on the Heart and Stroke lottery. Seems to me the Early Bird draw is happening soon. I could be purchasing property in Digby County before the summer is out. Stay tuned for the results.

For whatever reason the Olympics entered my mind. (Probably something my chum Pat mentioned in a hashish haze.) Now, talk about elitist sports!! In my humble view the Olympics are nothing more than another money making rip-off by the corporate world, done under the guise of good sportsmanship, healthy bodies and pure minds. In a word, it is all horse shit! Actually that is two words.

Let’s face it; if you don’t have money, you are not going to be an Olympian. If you don’t have a rich benefactor to dole out the bucks, you are not going to be an Olympian. If you are from a third world country you have a better chance of becoming an Olympian because chances are the government of the day will look after you. In fact you will have more of a chance of becoming an Olympian than a poor member of Western society. Mind you, produce medals or else.

If you don’t have good looks you can forget about being an Olympian. Good looks will help sell the products the corporations who bought air time make. Good looks will get you on the talk show rounds. If you aren’t good looking you are not sellable, i.e. a corporate mint. After all, money is what the Olympics are all about.

About the only Olympic sport which I think is worthy of the name is the women’s hockey. No prima donnas there. Most of the girls had to raise their own money to get to the venue and some even had to lose their jobs in order to play.

Then again, what has hockey got to do with being an Olympian? True Olympics are not a team sport. One on one, or running a race, that’s being an Olympian.

If gold medals had have been handed out for Out-running Naval Shore Patrols I would have had more gongs than Michael Phelps!

Build affordable housing instead of useless Olympic Villages!