Thursday, October 25, 2012
Bang!
Nice feature in today's UK Telegraph, with one powerful sentence that pretty much explodes ALL the usual stories about NEARLY ALL subjects.
It's an interview with Betsy Andreu, wife of a cyclist who was one of Lance Armstrong's teammates.
False, false, false. He's just a junkie. We should treat him with the same limited sympathy as a lung cancer "victim" who smoked for 40 years, or a liver cancer "victim" who drank for 40 years.
But he's more than just a junkie. He's a drug salesman and a mobster who enforces omertà on his gang buddies.
What makes him different from the ordinary Italian or Mexican gangster? He's cool. He was able to leverage the "moral high ground" to silence all media criticism. His "tragedy", which was a direct result of his crimes, immunized him from exposure of his crimes. Chutzpah.
Just like Jimmy Savile. Just like Jesse Jackson. Just like Al Sharpton. Just like Michael Mann. Just like the Wall Street Jews.
All of these gangsters found a way to use their race or religion or sexual "orientation" or "charitable giving" or "tragedy" or "disorder" to create an instant HOW DARE YOU card, ready to be slapped down whenever the slightest whisper of criticism came out of the woodwork.
¶ 3:51 AM
Nice feature in today's UK Telegraph, with one powerful sentence that pretty much explodes ALL the usual stories about NEARLY ALL subjects.
It's an interview with Betsy Andreu, wife of a cyclist who was one of Lance Armstrong's teammates.
It was the end of an ordeal that had begun in 1996, when she had been in a hospital room with Armstrong as he told doctors that he had taken an array of performance-enhancing drugs including EPO, testosterone, growth hormone and cortisone.Think about this. We've been hoodwinked and bullied into believing that Armstrong's cancer was just a random tragedy. We've been bullied into believing that his juiced-up career was a noble response to his tragedy; his way of funding cancer research.
Armstrong made the confession because he had recently been diagnosed with cancer and was about to undergo surgery. Andreu had been present because her fiancé (now husband) Frankie was a professional cyclist and one of Armstrong’s most valued team-mates.
But when Andreu, who was so fiercely opposed to drug-taking that she had told Frankie she would not marry him if she found he had doped, helped to make the story public, she was subjected to sustained abuse and bullying by Armstrong and those around him, who sustained the myth of his heroism until it was so dramatically exposed over the past few weeks.
“It boggles my mind he has been able to get away with this huge con job.It was common sense to me that drugs cause cancers.
But Frankie said to me, 'I will prove to you I am not doing all that stuff’. He tried to reassure me but I was hesitant to believe everything. It was a very big fight.”
False, false, false. He's just a junkie. We should treat him with the same limited sympathy as a lung cancer "victim" who smoked for 40 years, or a liver cancer "victim" who drank for 40 years.
But he's more than just a junkie. He's a drug salesman and a mobster who enforces omertà on his gang buddies.
What makes him different from the ordinary Italian or Mexican gangster? He's cool. He was able to leverage the "moral high ground" to silence all media criticism. His "tragedy", which was a direct result of his crimes, immunized him from exposure of his crimes. Chutzpah.
Just like Jimmy Savile. Just like Jesse Jackson. Just like Al Sharpton. Just like Michael Mann. Just like the Wall Street Jews.
All of these gangsters found a way to use their race or religion or sexual "orientation" or "charitable giving" or "tragedy" or "disorder" to create an instant HOW DARE YOU card, ready to be slapped down whenever the slightest whisper of criticism came out of the woodwork.
¶ 3:51 AM
