Not A Good Time To Die During The Olympics. Or Drive Around.

Thomas Mathew writes from London: As traffic in the British capital is descending into chaos – and that’s in August, the quiet month – all thanks to the introduction of so-called Olympic lanes, the Mayor Boris Johnson calls on Londoners to stop whining about the Olympics, despite the vast amounts of public money that this huge pagan ritual is eating up and the distress and discomfort it is causing.

Incidentally, I have yet to meet anyone in London who thinks that the Games coming to London is a great idea. And let’s not forget that it was Tony Blair and the gang who outbid the French by blowing a fortune on the British bid, while having struck a deal behind the scenes with the Russians who gave their support in return for God knows what sort of return favours. Tony has popped up in London, bragging how he had won the Olympics bid, supposedly with help from his weird looking wife Cherie, as if he did everyone a favour, the creep.

And now Londoners are being subjected to a flood of Olympic propaganda that claims that these Games would actually benefit large numbers of people – which they won’t. The British capital will end up with an astronomical debt that will run into tens of billions. It’s one thing for dictators, past and present, to stage the Olympics and blow vast amounts of money on them for propaganda purposes but it is a completely different matter to add a huge amount to the already enormous national debt, just because a bunch of politicians and corporate execs want to have a bit of fun and athletes in obscure sports hope to bask for a while in the spotlight where they don’t really belong.

Mr Johnson, who seems to think that imitating an illiterate buffoon would do wonders for his image, wrote the following in one rag: ‘Cut out the whining. And as for you whingers, put a sock in it, fast… We’ve got an advanced case of Olympo-funk.’

In the spirit of the Olympic ideals, whatever that means, the Mayor ordered to instruct all undertakers to find alternative routes when delivering dead bodies to cemeteries and, if they are caught using the Olympic lanes, to accept a fine.

Mr Johnson, who views himself as the future prime minister, should have gone further and issued an order to prevent people dying in the next three weeks while this feast during a plague continues. No point in spoiling the fun and all that. And while he is at it, why doesn’t he ban all driving in the city, to let the VIP guests of the Games have all the roads to themselves, getting to all the parties and gatherings with no problems. Mr Johnson can also tell the cops to arrest anyone who doubts the wisdom of hosting the useless and costly Games at a time of a fierce recession. It would be so in the spirit of the Olympics that all dictators always had a soft spot for.

Finally, judging by the terrible mascots and the hideous logo of the Games we can expect lots of celebrations of political correctness in the next several weeks. You have been warned, people who stayed behind in London.

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