There was a hint of fall color in the trees as I cycled across the creek toward Palmer Park.
I rarely applaud the thumping of a Mick by a Limey, but I was happy to make an exception in the case of Brian Cookson vs. Pat McQuaid.
Fat Paddy pulled every dirty trick he could find from his size-5 cap during his frantic campaign to retain the UCI presidency. But when Cookson finally said, “All right, we’ve had enough of this,” and moved that the UCI Congress proceed to a vote, that august body handed said hat back to the blubbering bog-trotter and showed him the door.
Now, I rarely pay close attention to the racing side of our sport unless some silly person is cutting me a check. So I have no idea whether Cookson will be able or even willing to make all the changes that even a casual look-around deems necessary.
But at this point it seems to me that electing a blow-up plastic sex doll would be preferable to another term for Fat Paddy, unless that term were to be served in the H-Block.
Thus I celebrated the omadhaun‘s ouster with a short ride on a cyclo-cross bike with UCI-illegal tires. Póg mo thóin, Paddy, go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat!
Tags: Brian Cookson, Fat Paddy, UCI
September 28, 2013 at 2:57 pm |
We’ll see if anything comes of it. Apparently LA is happy, which is somewhat odd. Truth and Reconciliation on the way says he.
I’m celebrating a bit myself as I went for a 55-mile ride yesterday, the longest since my accident in January and felt ok. I guess I owe that to the facet shot I got last month. In other words, I might hurt, but just can’t feel it.
Hubby and myself traveling to New Mexico and Colorado next week. My parents say it’s snowing in the mountains. Will be a nice change of pace from the 98 degree days here in Tx.
September 28, 2013 at 3:01 pm |
It was 35 overnight here in BombTown, Sharon, but today and tomorrow are supposed to be glorious. Have fun in the Land of Entrapment.
As far as McQuaid? What Patrick said.
September 28, 2013 at 5:28 pm |
If you’re heading toward the western slope of Colorado, you could do far, far worse than show up in Grand Junction for a road ride over the Colorado National Monument this time of year. One of the best road rides you could ever do. Oh, unless the reptiles are so insistent on getting rid of health care for the masses that they shut down the government, in which case that road and all those red rock canyons will be closed.
Seems odd that they can close an entire landscape, but hey, they’re the government.
Khal, is there talk of shutting down the bomb factory and halting all that radioactive decay for the duration of the shutdown?
September 28, 2013 at 5:37 pm |
Since we are a subcontractor, if LANL has some money left, we can work until they shake the piggy bank dry. At least that is the present legal interpretation.
too bad, I suppose. I could have used a week off to load up the two wheelers and go somewhere.
September 28, 2013 at 5:37 pm |
Correction, we are a government contractor, not a sub. Los Alamos National Security is the prime contractor to run LANL.
September 28, 2013 at 7:48 pm |
Arrivederci Paddy! As to gummint, anyone else think the House Speaker John Boner could do a great job playing the tin-man in a remake of The Wizard of OZ? Swap his tobacco stained face for some silver paint and stick a funnel on his head and you have it. Except I think he’s not lacking a heart, but a brain. How can he not bend over and spank a whiny brat like Ted Cruz? Someone said Cruz is the new Joe McCarthy…Texans are stupider than I thought if they elected this bozo…but then here in Iowa we have Chuck Grassley, so we’re not much smarter.
September 28, 2013 at 7:55 pm |
Meena sez that Cruz reminds her of Joe McCarthy every time she looks at him.
September 29, 2013 at 7:03 am |
We have the best congress money can buy. The health care plan is in the way of turning most working people into wage slaves. That is not good for the bottom line.
September 29, 2013 at 9:34 am |
The Party of Bad Ideas vs the Party of No Ideasa.
A battle of wits between unarmed opponents.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right … here I am …
September 29, 2013 at 10:03 am |
Damn Steve, I wish I thought of being “stuck in the middle with you.”
September 30, 2013 at 11:09 am |
Correct, except they’ve neutered the labor unions to the point only the plutocrats like the Koch Bros. have the money to buy members of Congress. They also finance the KK………ooops, there I go again……the TEA Party, who gave us Ted Cruz.
September 30, 2013 at 7:31 pm |
Oh, Patrick, I just re-read the first part of your Gaelic goodbye to McQuaid. This phrase was used many times by my two uncles, George and Ellis (O’Be) O’Brien, in the training of all nephews, and most of their sons, in their family business, O’Brien Heating and Cooling. It was their way of saying good-bye every time you left their company or finished a phone call. Uncle George said it to me last week when we finished our talk on the phone. Our right of passage into adult hood was to slink into spider infested crawl spaces and sweat copper pipe above your head when installing new boilers, clean filthy oil fired boilers, run up and down stairs to the truck for parts, cut sheet metal for ductwork while trying to keep all your fingers, and have your coffee cup filled where nothing but surface tension kept it from spilling while everyone laughed at your attempt to drink it. I would come home caked with soot in dirty gray Oshkosh work clothes. They were high times for a 15 and 16 year old boy trying to be a man. Damn those are good memories. Thanks for the reminder. Kiss my ass!