Yea and Verily, How The Mighty Have Once Again Bit The Big One

I know that the olympics are starting tonight, and initially I thought I was excited about them, but now that the moment is here, I'm just kind of ... eeh. In years past, I've had total Olympic fever, but this year it seems to be more of a flush.

I think it's partly the bad press surrounding the entire thing, what with smog, the government opening and closing places to reporters like revolving doors, the country's civil rights crisis, doping, and so on and so on. The games always seemed so Magical when I was a kid. Mary Lou Retton, my God, she was HUGE to me, and the entire thing was encased in a golden halo. Now it seems almost dirty to me, now that I'm old enough to understand all the back story stuff.

And, speaking of dirty, WTF is up with John Edwards?!?!!?! I feel like an idiot, AGAIN, for defending a politician I really believed in against allegations that couldn't POSSIBLY be true, and boom! There's the bumpin'-ugly truth, right there, in the ENQUIRER, for chrissakes! When CNN tells you that a story was broken by the Enquirer, I think it may seriously be a sign of the freakin' apocalypse. What's next, Obama's going to turn out to be a pre-op trannie and McCain will be hooked on four-day Viagrathons? Cripes. We're going to my sister-in-law's house tomorrow for my younger neice and nephew's bday parties, and they're raging republicans, so NOW I'm going to have to endure being made fun of AGAIN over 'my guy' turning out to be a total dillhole (or dillhole driller, as the case apparently is). His poor wife, losing a child, having cancer twice, and now her Sir Lancelot turns out to be Sir Cheatsalot. Yuck.