
Only the Good Die Young!
Why did you take him, Lord? He was only 89.
Of all the terrible appalling news that there have been in recent weeks, such as the small earthquake in China, the volcano in irrelevant Iceland, the discovering of life on Neptune, the decision by Dublin Bus to change many of its routes, surely they are all being overshadow by the news yesterday of the premature death of the glorious and incomparable Juan Antonio Samaranch Torelló, the man who invent the Olympic Games and make them what they are today, a beacon of fascism in a world of decadence and feculence.
Even now I am find I am not able to believe that he is gone, and yet the news report is too accurate to be disbelieving: According to ESPN, the Marquess of Samaranch died alone in his bed of a heart attack brought about by masturbating while watching the tennis. What could be more fitting?! Surely this is how he would have wanted to go and how he would like us to remember him. Escept, obviously, it would have been better if it had been the ladies’ tennis he was watching, and not Rafa Nadal. Still, nobody could have put it better than as the Marquess’s own son, who was say:
“It’s the first time I go through this, losing a father, and it’s not easy,” he said. “If there is a good way to die, I guess it was this way. He had a full life and career. And he loved wacking off”
Si. And who can forget such a glittery career? Here he is in 1956 at a ceremony commemorating dead fascists:
Can you see the flaming torches on the left-hand side? Si! Is where he got the idea from for the Olympic Flame! Here is also the wonderful Marquess being swore in as the Sports Minister in Spain in 1967. Look Also! There is El Generalísimo himselve having a benign watch over proceedings (I also have a benign watch. It is stuck in 1956):
But of course, what Samaranch will mostly be remember for is for the way he took a stupid communist French idea about promoting peace among nations through sports events in which their citizens would participate as amateur idiots and was able to transform it into a powerhouse steamtrain of propaganda for competition, professionalism, the Triumph of the Will, battering the weak into submission, the glorification of youth, strength, power, speed, money, and drugs. The degenerate French Baron de Coubertin said (in French)
L’important dans la vie ce n’est point le triomphe, mais le combat, l’essentiel ce n’est pas d’avoir vaincu mais de s’?tre bien battu.
which mean, if I am translate it correct (although my French is not near as well as my English)
The important thing in life is NOT the winning, but the struggle, the main thing is not to have been victorious but to have done your best.
What a crockleshit! Thank God the Marquess was able to take over power of the Olympic movement! There is no future in such mealy-mouth pacifist defeatist slave-mentality talk such as that. Who will pay to watch noncompetitive sport?! Only the Scandinavians. And if you do not believe me, the proof is in the fact that it was after Samaranch take over the International Olympic Committee that finally the Games become profitable. Because the Marquess was understand that the peoples of the world were hungry. And hungry not just for Snickers bars, Coca-Cola, McDonald’s hamburgles, and MasterCards. But hungry also for a chance to rub other people’s noses in the dirt, to show we are the champions, to show that members of our military or sports academies have the best training facilities, the best physicians, and the best pharmaceuticals in the world. That is why they all go to California.
The Marquess was always understand the importance of sports to nationalism and right-wing politics. And yet, at the same time, he was able to present the Olympic Games as non-political. Where before it had have been a political football being used by the United States grubby capitalists and the Soviet Union filthy communists and the Black September dirty Muslims as a vehicle to score political points, once Samaranch was in control of the Games he was able to depoliticize the events by privatizing them, introducing purely commercial and business interests into his and our bedrooms so that viewers was stop worrying about how many Jews had been killed and focus more on which ladies in the floor exercises have the nicest breasts and buttocks. There is no rumour to the truth, by the way, that Samaranch wanted all the ladies events to be naked, the way they were in Ancient Greece and in his private Olympics which he regularly held in his apartment in Switzerland. Nor is it true that he always espected to be referred to as “His Escellency.” I am know for a fact that he was prefer “El Caudillo,” “Your Majesty,” and “Her Highness.” Also he did not live on drinking children’s blood.
We can only hope now that the Marquess’s legacy will live on in his absence. The next Olympic Games is being held in London, which is in England. That is not an auspicious start. The English are not so good at fascism as the Chinese. The last Olympics was fantastic, wasn’t it? And who have the English got in charge? A man name Sebastian. I am think the next Games will be like the book Maidenhead Revisited. An insult to the Olympic ideal, an ideal best captured by this picture, I think:
Is a Nazi U-Boat with the Olympic Symbol on. I take this picture off the coast of Fuerteventura last year. Some of us will not forget.
¡Samaranch, Presente!
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Comment by: Pope Epopt
Apr 26th 2010 at 17:04
By comforted, we are all washed in the blood of the lamb.
Manos Limpias from beyond the grave may yet do for the blood-traitor Garzón!