Margaret Wente cuts right through that.
The whole point of the Olympics is to celebrate youth and beauty, eroticism and sex. The Greeks knew this. That's why they performed nude.
Which is why, no doubt, the Olympics have begun to pall for a lot of people. Poor judging, crybaby Olympians, a monster monopoly on Olympic stories that you have to pay to cover, the whole Olympics has become just another ineptly run Internationalist boondoggle. There is something obscene about a country as poor as Greece spending $10 billion on the Olympic facilities that are unlikely to ever be used again. And there is something unwholesome about pictures of well-fed athletes with unflattering leaf crowns that make them look like bacchanal, waving in triumph of banality. That these pictures crowd out those of the victims in the Sudan who are still waiting for the U.N. to do something -- anything, isn't the athletes' fault. It is, though, a symptom of the sickness that old media focus on such frivolity to avoid focussing on the wholesale corruption of the international organizations they would have us defer to on our decision to go to war.
The Olympics have become the gladiator contests that serve to amuse the masses and distract them from the serious business of self-governance. There isn't even the pretense of an Ideal anymore. Pity. If the world needs anything right now it is idealism.
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