Well...
that's easy to say in retrospect, IMHO. She could just as easily have ended up working on the tills at Lidl. Just one twisted ankle, one packet of Sudafed, just one "off-day" during selection for the Olympic team - all these things could have made things pan out very differently for her.

Sure, she's got talent, I can't run downstairs, but is she worth putting on any other pedestal than the winners' rostrum at the Olympics? Not in my book, Nature gave her the ability to run quickly, Nature gave me a 12" cock and a devastatingly handsome face*, there's fuck all inspirational about any of those things, it's just the hand life dealt us.

If she'd escaped from the clutches of an evil Chinese foot-binding gang of slavers; been a freedom fighter who survived the Gulag through wit, guile and extended bouts of sprinting; or dragged a sledge containing the bodies of her emaciated companions from a stranded expeditionary team of dedicated scientists at the Antarctic, on the brink of curing Cancer forever, against the advice of medical and without any official financial support, whilst bringing up alone the orphaned children of Mrs Cuntbucket, Hackney, who expired after the 17th baby, well maybe, just maybe, I'd agree she was inspirational and had something about her.

However, just running round a fucking track in London quite quickly before some tit in a tracksuit chooses her to run quickly round a track in a foreign stadium so she can win a medal is NOTHING exemplary, inspires no-one - she got lucky and was spotted, given the chance to train and compete. I might as well say that King Chav idiot who won the National Lottery is inspirational and should be made Sir King Chav for his shining example of dragging himself out of the gutter (although he threw himself back in again) with only the assistance of his massive cheque from Camelot. All for a pound stake - that's pretty fucking special to me and inspires me to battle down to the Newsagents for my Lucky Dip!

For the past 30 years anyone with any kind of sporting ability would have to be a complete fucking retard to be unable to expoit that gift to the full, there are legions of people whose full time occupation is spotting talent and developing it, even though most athletes are not going to be world class.
Them's the breaks though, even if you'd sell your soul to win a Gold, spend every minute of your time training and are 101% focussed on winning, but still are a mong with 2 left feet, you ain't gonna be winning anything. Well worth the tax-payers money wasted on "sporting" shite, don't you think? Hmmm, rather have that Cancer cure, thanks, than someone who can throw a fucking lump of metal further than anyone else in the world. Whoopy-do.

Call me a Daily Mail reading cynic (if you do though, I'll kill you), but I wonder if she'd be doing highly paid appearances, being groomed for TV presentation jobs, lauded by all the cunts who are good at wasting tax-payers money, if she wasn't a black rug-muncher? Maybe, but it certainly helps, I imagine. That must be it, why she's inspirational, because she overcame the evils of British White Devil racism and colonial oppression, it was rife back in the late 1980s and 1990s in Kent.

Luckily she has found time to speak at Tory conferences and is apparently advising Boris Johnson on Olympic Development in 2012. Do what? What the fuck does that entail? Telling Boris how to run fast, or explaining why the track needs to be oval? What fucking qualifies her to do anything other than be a PE teacher, which I dare say she'd be excellent at, she at least knows lots about eating well, the importance of training and keeping fit. Why not make every PE teacher a Dame or a Sir (a proper Sir not a "please sir, I can't do games today, I caught a cold whilst yachting at the weekend")?

Hmm, yachts, that reminds me...don't get me started on Dame Ellen fucking McArthur, that other inspirational beacon of triumph over adversity, battling her way round the globe single-handedly aboard a yacht. A multi-million pound yacht sponsored by B&Q and trailed by a highly trained support team in case anything went tits-up. Yeah, very inspirational. It inspires me to go and find some fucking mugs to give me a pile of loot so I can go round the world doing something I enjoy. If she'd sailed round in a dinghy from Woolworths, battling her morbid fear of open water, fish and loneliness, then she may be worth a fig.


Now, just to finish this rant, to show I'm not a total philistine, I once heard that RTW yachter give an account of how he turned back from his near race win, back into a mental storm in the Antarctic Sea, to save a rival competitor. He lost the race, obviously, but arrived to find the French guy clinging to the last 6' of mast above the water, the Australian Navy were still 2 days away. The pair of them had to be rescued because their mast then snapped. Now THAT'S truly inspirational - to turn back from the brink of winning a once-in-a-lifetime RTW race, to risk your life heading back into a ferocious storm, with a broken arm IIRC, to rescue someone you've never met and who is your competition, AND, worse, a bloody Frenchman! What's absolutely the worst thing though - I can't even remember his fucking name...never mind, I know who Dame Kelly Holmes is, so that's OK then.)

Cunts, the lot of 'em.

Aaa-aand breathe.

Kin ell, that's a real essay.


*Parts of this statement may be utter bullshit.
(Rsoles, Wed 6 Apr 2011, 11:45, Reply)