It’s Time Athletes Represented Hometown, Not Corrupt Nations
The Olympics and World Cup are political tools. It’s time to take the flags and the brainwashing out of sports.
The AI gave the American soldier a Romanian flag. The first, and likely last time in history such a 'miracle' has occurred. Or is it a premonition? As for the rest: all good!
Ahhh… nationalism!
What a wonderful piece of horse shit we like to smell… adulate… ingest… take a bath with… copulate with… and, moreover,
boast about it and bully anybody else in its name!
Stop this nonsense!
Please listen below:
Your “love” for your country was engineered by Napoleon. He realized he had too few effective soldiers in his army, so he found a way to multiply his forces without increasing the actual body count.
(Stop, we’re talking about real bodies here, not the ones you imagine while scrolling Instagram.)
The National Delusion Equation (By Napoleon Bonaparte):
1 French soldier = 1 French soldier
0 French soldier = 0 French soldier
But…
0 French soldier + 1 fanatic imaginary FRENCH national soldier living only in his head = 1 soldier.
Or better:
1 French soldier + 1 fanatic imaginary FRENCH national soldier living only in his head = 2 soldiers.
That’s one of the secrets in the sauce he used to burn Europe in the 19th century.
Nationalism adds personalities in your head. Duuhhh!!
You’re no longer just a father, a worker, a boss, a teacher, a student…
Now: “You are a French, my dear!”
And you’ll do anything for your country.
(That’s called being conned by a narcissistic perverse. They use it for cults too.)
What’s with the Olympics and World Cups??
We have a saying in my beautiful autochthonous language:
“Aa-ti câștigaaat! Cupa cu raaahat…”
The losers’ song that says:
“You wooon! The cup with Bullshiiit…!”
It’s literally true, even if just a sore-loser’s song, dead of envy.
Why? Why ruin such a beautiful contest, this peaceful war we call international sport?
Well… masturbation is not just for venting steam from system overload.
It also services the pipes in case you need a real-life drill for a successful Netflix date with a happy ending.
Same goes for the World Cup.
It’s a rehearsal. A preparation.
Just in case our dear leaders, from the most far end point of the axe of the Devil, Mr. One (or Un, I think) to the greatest defender of democracy, Mr. Carrot, need us for the real war games.
And yes, we’re talking about the World War Games, that’s the real thing they’re gagging for.
So go ahead. Build that little French soldier inside you.
Just in case you’re alone against two real opponents.
Remember daddy Napoleon and:
“À l’attaque!!!”
Since attention spans now go in the direction of the goldfish standard, I won’t bore you further.
You got the point!
And why not say instead: Mr. Agassi from L.A. instead of Mr. Agassi from the USA?
It rhymes better.
And more importantly: L.A. doesn’t have an army.
So Mr. Agassi can stay home peacefully with his lovely wife.
(We love you, Steffi.)
To finish, permit me to repeat my note from this morning:
“So I was thinking… in the contest of the 'greatest country,' only the bully is competing. The other candidates have more serious stuff to do. Moreover, after they saw that it's all BS…”
And I’ll add:
Why not call international sports competitions simply One World Games?
Let athletes represent their mom and dad, or their hometown, instead of this vicious and perverse idea of 'nations'?