Our Olympic Monstrosity

IT SHOULD BE ENTIRELY OBVIOUS by now that these the games of the upteenth Olympiad are a complete and unmitigated mess. Terrorists running around everywhere in the frozen wilderness of mother Russia, the massive Red Army in hot pursuit, erecting barbed wire checkpoints everywhere, denying all participants of any semblance of reasonable privacy, even by American standards. Then too, is the sheer cost of this monstrosity, something north of fifty bil. And its not like Russia is the land of unlimited disposable wealth or ready investment capital. And what will be done with this billion tons of concrete super structure following the two week orgasm of human athletic passion? Nothing, that's what. Exactly what in the hell cold one possibly expect to be done with it? A new metropolis with eight million people, moving in from Moscow? Let's try this. Let's build a nice complex of Olympic facilities, summer and winter, somewhere like Greece, and just keep the damned games there, every four years, and be done with it. At least then the investment will have a chance to yield some real profit. But now let us return to the games themselves. Let us return to unfinished roads, hotels, race courses and stadiums, impossible human confusion and congestion, and eternal bickering over the rules, and outcomes of events. Like a symbolic miniature world war, every country for itself. What's the point? To foster international cooperation, harmony,love, and understanding, or to start world war three? The purpose of the olympics is in serious jeopardy of not being fulfilled, a casualty to greed, international hatred, and rapacious, unbridled, unsportsman like competition.