Good Lord, the worlds course in Germany sounds like your basic nightmare. Goo on top of ice. Mmm, mmm, good.
Naturally, being a Bibleburger, I’m pulling for Katie Compton in Sunday’s women’s race. She’s raced strongly and smart this season, and it’s not just a question of her being a Yank and a local — I think she’s got it coming. So sue me.
As to the men’s race, I know Tim Johnson and Jonathan Page well enough to say hi to, and I like Jeremy Powers’ style — but I think I’m gonna have to go with Niels Albert, who has been killing it.
That said, Sven Nys is overdue for a rainbow kit, and he likes him some filth. Will his come-from-behind style pay dividends in St.-Wendel? Stay tuned to VeloNews.com. My colleague Charles Pelkey is on the scene, and we’ll all be getting up way too early so you don’t have to.
"From now on we must both share this secret together ... that means you're my partner, Bucky! Since we can't get married in this state."
I can’t wait to see how the wingnuts manage to credit Ronnie Raygun for all the upheaval in the Middle East while heaping scorn upon the Kenyan Muslim socialist currently occupying the Oval Office.
Happily, right now they seem more concerned about why the comic-book movie “Captain America: The First Avenger” is only titled “The First Avenger” when it’s being pimped to the rest of the world. You’d think they’d be more worked up about the gay subtext — you know, the old “Cap’n America and his teen sidekick Bucky” deal, wink wink, nudge nudge, the nonsense that got old Frederic Wertham (“Seduction of the Innocent”) all het up over Batman and Robin. Thanks and a twirl of Thor’s hammer to Steve Benen at Political Animal for the tip.
Meanwhile, the Tea Party twits are already finding themselves either shunned by the “mainstream” Repug dingbats or absorbed by the conservative Borg: “Thanks for the lift last November, bitches — now go stand in a corner with the fundamentalist Christers and shut the fuck up until we need you again.”
Speaking of neotard asshats, there’s a fresh rant up at VeloNews.com and it seems a fairly gentle reference to self-described rodeo clown Glenn Beck has generated some backlash, mostly from feebs who can’t even spell their hero’s name. Good times. I took a quick peek at some of the funnier ones and then slipped out for a longish bike ride, because this weekend will involve some heavy lifting from the bottom of the old VeloBarrel, what with cyclo-cross worlds going on in Germany and Alberto Clenbutador weeping into his tapas.
I had doubts that the temps would hit the mid-60s as forecast, but was wrong as usual. I didn’t have enough pockets to stuff cool-weather bits into and wound up keeping the knee warmers on. Fat city.
I fail to see the problem here. Stupidity should be painful, and if it is occasionally fatal, well, the gene pool appears badly in need of chlorination, does it not? Back to job creation, if you please. Hey, here’s a thought: Hire personal assistants for everyone to keep them from hurting themselves!
My favorite bits involved eliminating taxpayer subsidies for Big Oil (“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” the president said, “but they’re doing just fine on their own.”); ending the Daffy-Fudd tax breaks for the Richie Riches; and putting Average Joe back to work.
I also enjoyed watching Punkinhead Boehner looking like he’d set his granny on fire for a water glass brimming with gin. Jesus, talk about a living caricature of a corporate stooge.
I didn’t watch either of the Repuglicant responses because I didn’t feel like plucking out my eyes and throwing them at the TV. But I sure would like to see that lot do something, anything, other than stomp its feet and scream, “No! No! No!” like a spoiled snotnose with the terrible twos.
Word comes from España that Alberto Clenbutador may get a year’s suspension from the Spanish cycling federation. That would cost him last year’s Tour title, and take a great big piss in his 2011 racing season — and perhaps his contract with Bjarne Riis — depending upon when said suspension is deemed to have taken effect.
Whatever the Spaniards decide, the case seems likely to wind up in the Court of Arbitration for Sport, so it’ll be a while yet before we get the final word.
Speaking of meatheads, Congress will entertain the prez this evening during the State of the Union address. I’m less and less interested in this class of political theater these days — more work, less jabber, please — but we’ll probably be watching anyway, just to see if anyone steps on his dick the way Joe “You Lie!” Wilson did during Obama’s 2009 health-care speech.
Interestingly, ol’ You Lie will be sitting between two Democrats tonight — Susan Davis of California and Madeleine Bordallo of Guam. The posturing never stops with this lot. Too bad the Academy doesn’t hand out an Oscar for Pretending to Legislate On the People’s Behalf.
