Day fifty-three: Gold in Kiev

Day fifty-three

I am celebrating today with my comrades. The proletariat. Not because we won some silly contest, but because we did something brave. We put courage on display and risked all to bring about social change. We threw rocks at the bastards until they gave up!

This to end oppression. To turn the tide of tyranny into something sustainable. To give our kids a fair shake. The word humane comes to mind.

Of course all this makes some of my friends very nervous. They like things the way there are. They like the barbarians miles from their gates, controlled and corralled. They have little heartache with gas at $4 a gallon, a loaf of bread at $3 and apples a buck apiece. They will always have health insurance and coverage, a roof overhead and big screens to ogle. They watch the news. We ARE the news.

Lots of our global neighbors have nothing. They do have misery in spades. Some will starve and others will freeze to death. But as long as dividends from big oil, big pharma, big data and big government continue to be directly deposited (mail is unsafe) it's easy to look the other way and vote for continuation of this putrid world-wide exploitation and political corruption. Some of these folks even claim to be Christian.

The shallowness and hypocrisy of the winter Olympics is appalling. A guilty pleasure some say. More like a felonious frolic. How did it become somehow okay to lie, steal and cheat if the ROI was large enough? Must one really kill the opposition to sleep in a bed of money? I love the term obscene profit, it is so languid and vile. Oh, and pleasant dreams you capitalistic bastards. How does that worm Vladimir Putin square this?

So I will continue my puny personal, silly and simplistic boycott. Olympics? Go fuck yourself.

With that as background (!!!!) please share with me this one tiny and wonderful 2014 Olympic moment. Imagine my surprise and glee when I read this morning's headlines:

"Ukraine protesters take Kiev."

WAY TO GET THE GOLD comrades!