£20 billion for a jog in the smog
Beijing says that the Olympics will cost $40 billion. Go kiss my communist pants (they are the unwashed ones which have been festering in the servants quarters since the fall of communism nearly 20 years ago. They are now a WMD if they fall into the wrong hands).
Beijing was saying that the games would cost $40 billion 5 years ago: this either proves how perfectly planned the Chinese Communist regime is, or it proves that they have 100% control over the media and can peddle any bollocks they want. Most of the horse shit they produce lands up in the atmosphere. This is fine as long as it poisons the Chinese: not so smart when they start melting all the ice caps.
So now we come to London. The London branch of the Chinese Communist party, aka nuLabour, claimed that the games would only cost £2.3 billion. Look, the price of a cappucino is London is roughly the annual income of fourteen labourers in China. And yet somehow nuLabour convinced itself that Beijing would cost six times more than London. That is as fanciful as thinking that Gordon Brown is a competent Prime Minister.
Within months Tessa Jowell, Minister of the Glorious People's Culture and Diversity Division, was announcing that the cost of the Olympics would go up by another £900 million. Only £900 million? A mere rounding error to a Labour minister with her snout in the trough of privilege and entitlement.
Except that was never going to be enough. Now the Cabinet is admitting that the cost will be nearer £9 billion. Oh well, that's only four times the original estimate. Imagine buying a pint of beer for £2.50 and suddenly being charged £10. I would personally horsewhip any publican who tried that on the Count. But publicans have a good deal more honesty than politicians: unfortunately the politicians live in a security bubble to prevent them getting horsewhipped by aristocrats. The concrete toblerone around their offices may prevent bombs, but they can not prevent the tidal wave of ridicule which sweeps over them.
Of course, we are promised "regeneration" for our £9 billion. For "regeneration" refer to the fiasco of the Millennium dome which lay empty for years as they tried to foist it onto someone, anyone, to get rid of the embarrassment. The Greenwich penninsula is still like the end of the world. So much for the regeneration programme: in ten years we will have vandalised swimming pools and decaying housing as the Olympic regeneration legacy.
And does anyone actually believe £9 billion? Do I hear £10 billion, £12 billion, any more?
Baron de Courbertin, the founder of the modern Olympics, claimed that it was "the taking part, not the winning that counts." That is patently untrue of nuclear war and it is also untrue of the commercial, jingoistic dope fest which the Olympics has become. If a real aristocrat ran the Olympics, the amateur ideal would be rediscovered and both the drug users and commercial villains of the Olympics would find them standing in line with Tessa Jowell and the other pathetic politicians waiting for their horsewhipping.
Its time for the politicians, venal commercial interests and self-aggrandising Olympic bureaucrats to stand aside. Let the Count save the Olympics for posterity.
Beijing was saying that the games would cost $40 billion 5 years ago: this either proves how perfectly planned the Chinese Communist regime is, or it proves that they have 100% control over the media and can peddle any bollocks they want. Most of the horse shit they produce lands up in the atmosphere. This is fine as long as it poisons the Chinese: not so smart when they start melting all the ice caps.
So now we come to London. The London branch of the Chinese Communist party, aka nuLabour, claimed that the games would only cost £2.3 billion. Look, the price of a cappucino is London is roughly the annual income of fourteen labourers in China. And yet somehow nuLabour convinced itself that Beijing would cost six times more than London. That is as fanciful as thinking that Gordon Brown is a competent Prime Minister.
Within months Tessa Jowell, Minister of the Glorious People's Culture and Diversity Division, was announcing that the cost of the Olympics would go up by another £900 million. Only £900 million? A mere rounding error to a Labour minister with her snout in the trough of privilege and entitlement.
Except that was never going to be enough. Now the Cabinet is admitting that the cost will be nearer £9 billion. Oh well, that's only four times the original estimate. Imagine buying a pint of beer for £2.50 and suddenly being charged £10. I would personally horsewhip any publican who tried that on the Count. But publicans have a good deal more honesty than politicians: unfortunately the politicians live in a security bubble to prevent them getting horsewhipped by aristocrats. The concrete toblerone around their offices may prevent bombs, but they can not prevent the tidal wave of ridicule which sweeps over them.
Of course, we are promised "regeneration" for our £9 billion. For "regeneration" refer to the fiasco of the Millennium dome which lay empty for years as they tried to foist it onto someone, anyone, to get rid of the embarrassment. The Greenwich penninsula is still like the end of the world. So much for the regeneration programme: in ten years we will have vandalised swimming pools and decaying housing as the Olympic regeneration legacy.
And does anyone actually believe £9 billion? Do I hear £10 billion, £12 billion, any more?
Baron de Courbertin, the founder of the modern Olympics, claimed that it was "the taking part, not the winning that counts." That is patently untrue of nuclear war and it is also untrue of the commercial, jingoistic dope fest which the Olympics has become. If a real aristocrat ran the Olympics, the amateur ideal would be rediscovered and both the drug users and commercial villains of the Olympics would find them standing in line with Tessa Jowell and the other pathetic politicians waiting for their horsewhipping.
Its time for the politicians, venal commercial interests and self-aggrandising Olympic bureaucrats to stand aside. Let the Count save the Olympics for posterity.
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