Well, with the inane "Sochi Olympics" coverage set to start tonight, we cats are ready: Since our TV will be off, how many of the classics can we read over the next few weeks?
Because, really, why bother with this ridiculous spectacle? As our faithful readers know, we hate the Olympics anyway. But add the fact that these will be Vlad Pootie's Olympics — Vlad Pootie, who hates on gays and imprisons Pussy Rioters, who loves Bashar al-Assad, and who, now, shoots stray dogs — and we're entering Total Boycott Mode.
(No NHL during Sochi, either. Could our outrage be any more complete? Bring out the comic books!)
And we haven't even gotten to the bit about the exploding toothpaste. We cats don't wish terror attacks on anybody, and it's completely beyond us why anyone would travel on potentially bomb-laden jetliners to a godforsaken part of the world to stay in an unfinished hotel to see athletes (at least, figure skaters) compete in fixed competitions — unless they were being paid to do it.
Which brings us to Matt Lauer. Ugh. 'Nuff said. We cats HISS.
1 comment:
Like you, I hate the Olympics and have no intention of watching a single moment or being polite to anyone who asks,"Hey did you see the Olympics." But what I loved most about your blog was not the attack on this stupid event, but your visual of Classic comic books. I loved those comics and wish I had saved every one of them. I'm going on a Classics search this week.
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