Dashed off a wee bit of semi-journalism for the VeloNews.com gang and then took off for a short, slightly hilly ride into the Garden of the Gods. I looked just like a cyclist, only slower. Much, much slower. I’d blame the cyclo-cross bike and its fat rubber if there weren’t something even fatter attached to the saddle.
Head-clearing exercise was a must after glancing at The New York Times coverage of the trio of turds who somehow thought that dodging the taxman would never catch up with them. Housekeepers, cars and drivers, Jesus H. Christ. All that’s missing is the Zil lane so the Party bosses never need be delayed by traffic jams en route to the Kremlin.
The worst part of this is the insane sense of entitlement I get from these people and their Beltway buddies. Doesn’t everybody have a car and driver? A housekeeper? Well, yeah — I have a car and I drive the sonofabitch. Make the monthly payment and pump my own gas, too. As to the housekeeper, I’ve been married to her for nearly 20 years, but I’ve never checked her papers. I could be in deep shit here if Obama rings me up, asks me to be Minister of Cyclo-cross or something.
At least I know where our cook comes from. He’s a cranky, bald-headed old fat bastard from Annapolis, Maryland. And he pays his fucking taxes before the newspapers ring him up to ask why he hasn’t. You know you have a retarded cat when he doesn’t even bother trying to cover up his stanky shit. Welcome to the New and Improved Land of the Pharaohs.
Mad Blog Media 
Where the hell did you dig up that Steve Martin video? Holy smokes…
Yeah. Its the same sense of entitlement that leads the Wall Street Robber Barons to think they deserve a bonus for bankrupting the country. Fuck ’em all, and the jackasses they rode in on.
“Will the grass roots thrive as bouquet races wither?”
Would be nice to see a race class where the entire price of the bike could not exceed a maximum, say fifteen hundred bucks value. I have to laugh these days when BuyCycling Magazine advertises a 3k rig as “entry level”. Entry level for whom? A Wall Street welfare queen? Tell that to some poor sot trying to cover the mortgage after losing a decent job and taking whatever he/she can get.
Yep, change can be a biotch. At least I can’t say “I told ya so.” Oh, wait I can. So: “I told ya so.”
Peace Out, home skillet.
Yesterday, the lunch group decided that this is all a secret plan to get rid if the national debt one potential staffer at a time.
With respect to Khal’s note above, I’ve talked about having the cycling equivalent of a claims race from the horse racing world. You can buy anyone’s ride for say $500 bucks after the race ends. That would bring new meaning to the phrase check book racing.
As long as politics is the shadow cast on society by big business, the attenuation of the shadow will not change the substance.
o Quoted in John Dewey and American Democracy by Robert Westbrook (Ithaca: Cornell University Press, 1991), p. 440; cited in Understanding Power (2002) by Noam Chomsky, ch. 9, footnote 16
Obama is out to save capitalism from imploding under its own contradictions and failures. If he tries to ameliorate the conditions of the people who work under this bullshit system, god bless him. But the people who know better shouldn’t put their faith in politicians, we need to put our faith in ourselves to organize as a class and take back what has been stolen from us.