You knew it had to happen sooner or later, but they've finally found a charge to lob at our newest golden boy, Lance Armstrong. The Tour de France claims it has evidence that a banned substance showed up in a blood test from 1999. It was probably a bad jinx for Lance to go bike riding with Herr Shrub in Texas last week, but in this newly emerging era of super invasive scrutiny, what with all the drug tests, retina scans, chip implants and surveillance cameras---we are all bound to fuck up, in THEIR EYES, sooner or later. Lance is just the latest victim in this tar and feather police state mentality, which feeds a 24-hour news cycle and helps sheild our warmongering Big Brother from serious observation by keeping us all conveniently distracted while the bombs keep a dropping and innocent people keep a dying. Bread and circuses indeed!
As I've stated previously I don't care if Lance Armstrong or Barry Bonds or anyone else have taken steroids or any other so called "illegal substance" at any time in their storied careers. It is none of my business or anyone else's. As to the assertion that it is harmful or detrimental to a given sport, I'll just say that both Mr. Bonds and Mr. Armstrong have carried their repsective sports on their shoulders for quite awhile now, and however they ultimately achieved success is their own damn bidness! An individual should be allowed to do what he or she wants to with their own body! That is a principle right of personal liberty-----self ownership.
Would you say that I am taking unfair advantage of my Mormon brethren because I can consume copious quantities of caffeine and stay up late at night working at the Bit & Spur, while they'd droop and yawn in their lethargic state of semi-coma at 2:15 AM? How about a face lift to land a part for a Hollywood movie? Lip injections? Lyposuction? Eye color surgery? Breast implants? Yikes!!
Why can't adult athletes take any drug they want to? Why is that bad? Who is it hurting? Willie Mays took uppers in the 50's and 60's to keep sharp during long grueling road trips, and Babe Ruth didn't. Does that besmirch the accomplishments of the Say Hey Kid?
Barry Bonds and Mark McGwire's "juiced homers" helped revive a game that had sunk so low in attendance that there was talk of contracting the league in the mid-90's. Who cares how they got it done? It is useful to remember that they are ultimately entertainers, and Lance and his "juiced" buddies, are merely selling Cokes, the Postal Service and the country of France for millions of thirsty onlookers. This ain't about the fate of nations. It's just something you peep at on the telly for crying out loud!