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Frustration & Complaint, Meaning of Life

Olympic Fun and Games

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Olympic Fun and GamesMy dear readers and fans (all 2 of you),

I am nothing short of exhausted as I write this. I should have come home and done more work for my task master, but after dinner, I didn’t have it in me. And what’s worse, it’ all my fault cuz I wouldn’t turn off the bedside lamp before midnight most nights. Why? Not sure, probably all the heady excitement of working at a all-conquering computer software monolith. You can read into that what you will. My eyes are crossing due to tiredness, so I can’t read into anything.

So the Olympics have generated controversy at all levels, and of course I could not just cheer on my country, even though they are finally doing well.

But I had to comment on at all the chaos of the first week, given how much the organizers messed up, and everything else that happened.

Now given that this posting is a week past due, it seems slightly outdated. But there is no rest for the weak or the weary and I have to press on.

And I have had  a dozen other non-Olympic ideas for more cartoons. Just hope I have the strength to scratch these things out in a regular fashion.

Keep reading, keep commenting and forward the link to the site when you have a new friend. Or enemy.

Frustration & Complaint, Meaning of Life

Olympic Fun & Games

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Olympic Fun and Games

To those who know right from wrong and still eat spicy food before they go to bed without taking a Tums, I give you this particular episode of the visually delectable and intellectually fluffy scribblings once called “asinine” by Picasso’s aunt Esmeralda before she was put in the basement.

Given the weighty topic that it covers — oppression and the Olympics — it should be food for thought, like a fried dumpling filled with mystery innards and garlic, with a nice, dark vinegar dipping sauce. Oh how I love those and wish all humanity could eat them and learn of glorious yet toxic qualities.

The Olympics once stood for greatness and athletic achievement, for personal drive and the belief in sport to better us and bring us together.  Now the Olympics stand for most of that still, albeit with a heavy corporate backing and sales-enhancing marketing, nationalistic chest-beating akin to sandlot battles between maladjusted children but with freakishly large budgets, and chemical and DNA tinkering meant to “enhance” performance, all in equal parts.

And then came China’s successful bid/bribe for the Games and the massive soul- and bone-crushing undertaking they set in motion to make it happen. Do I have proof there was bone-crushing? No, not really, but it’s China, so you know something nasty happened to the environment, the protesters and the journalists who tried to expose the corruption. What is Chinese for “gulag”?

And what should this comic teach us, dear readers? Well, if it weren’t for China, chances are I couldn’t have afforded the computer and associated peripheral equipment to document this little historical fact of Chinese sporting glory and oppression. So it’s a bit ironic I’m making fun of them with the results of efficient slave labor from their factories. But isn’t the universe funny that way? You bet.

So take from this political commentary what you will, be it the food aspect, the wry political commentary, or the loving interaction between man and machine, dad and son or gun and nosy blogger.

It boggles the mind. Or at least my mind.