In The Sprint For Brown Envelopes.
In the somewhat unpleasant, Labour party driven, haste for "good" news to spin, the Olympic games were brought and indeed bought, to London, in the same year The Queen celebrates her diamond Jubilee. What a monumental, Tessa Jowell stunt was that. Now, before a race is run the awful stupidity of this is coming home to roost.
Greed the modern God of politics and corporate existence drives everything. What is never considered is the more measured common sense and the observation of our present day London infrastructure.
London, outside of some holier than though, rich as Croesus ghettoes, the poverty wrought by overcrowding and mass immigration gerrymandering expands daily. Mimicking the eviction levels for the Olympics, I suspect a large number of these poor buggers will be forced to share or give up their rat infested garden sheds.
Meanwhile the hoi poloi, brown envelope stuffed, will cruise special traffic lanes to and from their VIP Olympic suites and extravagant lunches. They will possibly cast a cursory glance over the playing fields below their lofty dining halls, to marvel at how the wonder drugs, so readily available, spur youngsters to Olympic shame and a short life.
This privileged and corrupt clique, ably represented by that ghastly Coe, will strut their stuff in the exclusive brothels and flesh pots of the London criminal entertainment stage. The imported young women from all over the World will be offered up as side plated for the Corporate bellies delectation during a festival created by the advertising led corporate and political power mongers.
Just as with The EU gravy train, this Olympic farce and façade will hide its nastiness under a cloak of respectability. The BBC will pull out all the jovial, hail fellow well met, propaganda, to kid us all our billions of borrowed and embezzled dosh, is for the good of us all. In reality, it's another subterfuge to cream off hard won earnings for the pissing contests beloved of those who would cheat us. "All in it together", what a crass piece of phraseology that turned out to be.
The debacle and loss of all this money, as the Circus eventually leaves town, will only creep into awareness once, many months on, the real questions kick in and the weeds start their inevitable take over. The excuse will be, wait for it, lack of funding to maintain the stadia and facilities. The cheap, quickly erected "village" will crumble and decay as a new Tower Hamlet ghetto is born. The very antithesis of the Kensington one and the sheds of Slough and elsewhere will welcome the next lowest denominator of human flotsam and jetsam. Welcome to modern Britain, birthplace of despair.