”[Garmin boss] Jonathan Vaughters is doing a phenomenal job,” says LeMond. ‘What they’re doing is good, but really that testing has got to be done by an independent group, and not policed from inside. What good is self-policing? It’s like a wolf guarding a hen house. You’ve got to have a group with no self-interest.’
Greg Lemond is a moron. there are no “public” interests. there are no “private, corporate” interests. there are no “doping” interests. there are no “anti-doping” interests.
there are only interests. we all got em. we’re all interested in our survival.
our “institutions” are only as good as the people in them. and, well, there you have it. to think that these independently operated and publicly (or privately) funded anti-doping groups have no self-interest, or no interest in their own survival, or even yet, no interest in the perpetuation of the justification for their own existence, and thus the continuation of their existence and operation, is ludicrous. Jonathan Vaughters has no interest in protecting his team and his sponsors from positives? of course he does, and that’s what he’s selling: clean riders doing their best. so you mean to tell me that USADA has no interest in popping people and showing that they’re doing their job, fighting the good fight? yeah right. look at how arbitrarily and stupidly the rules are applied.
if you set it up, they’re going to do their job, and do it “well.” you’ve gotta let riders be riders and do their jobs. there’s always going to be positives. team and rider self-interest is not necessarily a bad thing. and I would not be surprised by a Garmin positive, would you? disappointment is not, you’ll note, surprise.
But even the libertarian position has at its core the flawed idea that state power can be constitutionally constrained, that if we write it down and enforce it vigilantly, the state can be confined to a limited sphere of acceptable action that will secure life and liberty and property and a few other basic rights. Yet in order to achieve even these limited ends, the libertarian concedes that the state must at least be granted a minimal monopoly on the use of force, and in particular the use of deadly force, and in that exchange he gives up everything in return for nothing, for the moment he hands the gun to the policeman and says, ‘Protect me from thieves,’ he has handed the state the mechanism through which it will go on to invalidate all its bargains and charters with its citizens.
I’m sorry, it’s official
I was a fist-full, I didn’t keep it simple
Chip on the shoulder, anger in my veins
Had so much hatred, now it brings me shame
I apologize for the venting. lol. we now return to our regularly scheduled non-blogging.
I’m returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
cause I want no motherfuckin’ part of it
and Springsteen’s brain hemorrhaging continues. . .who wants to go listen to some spoiled geriatric asshole sing blue collar platitudes to the masses in order to get some soi-disant messianic fascist asshole elected? lol. sounds like a blast! will there be pie?
go to church if you’re missing the religious experience in your life. you’ll get much better results from your prayers there!
Bring me the head of whoever said “play fair”
I want to sit in my chair and wear a blank stare
Fuck being king of the hill
When the music dies you’ll be the first one the villagers kill
my favorite part of my job is when they ask you to look at something again, something you looked at months ago and reached the conclusion that it won’t work the way they are asking you to make it work, and they weren’t there with you when you first looked at it and decided it wouldn’t work, because I mean, duh, why wouldn’t I have looked at that – what am I stupid? – but yet here I are proving all the same things unfeasible again. smirk. I feel so productive and lively today! this is so billable.
I’m such an angry slave.
not a weiner:
I am awake and alone at 2:00 AM.
There is no God.
I will start a “blog.”
for the most part, I’ve got a lot going on upstairs, much of it useless, barely any of it fruitful. and yet despite all of the firings and thinking and whatnot, I’m fairly and pretty much thoughtless. it’s my affliction.
I’m working on it.
and I think it’s affecting my perceptions, because I think I just read in the Metro, I was confused when I saw it, an article heading that read “Dalai Lama Sent to Hospital With Pain.”
well, duh....
maybe someone slipped an Onion into the Men’s room.
too funny:
Basic math—which the child has blissfully yet to learn—clearly demonstrates that the number of years before he will be released from the horrifying prison of formal schooling, is more than twice the length of time he has yet existed. According to a conservative estimate of six hours of school five days a week for nine months of the year, Bolduc faces an estimated 14,400 hours trapped in an endless succession of nearly identical, suffocating classrooms.
After learning that the first grade will continue for eight excruciating months beyond that date, it was only a matter of time before Bolduc inquired into what grade comes after first grade, and, when told, would probe further into how many grades he will have to complete before allowed to play with his friends.
The answer to that fatal question—12, a number too large for Bolduc to count on the fingers of both hands—will be enough to nearly shatter the boy’s still-forming psyche, said child psychology expert Eli Wasserbaum.
“When you consider that it doesn’t include another four years of secondary education, plus five more years of medical school, if he wants to follow his previously stated goal to grow up to be a doctor like his daddy, this will come as an interminably deep chasm of drudgery and imprisonment to [Connor],” said Wasserbaum. “It’s difficult to know the effect on his psychological well-being when he grasps the full truth: that his education will be followed by approximately four decades of work, bills, and taxes, during which he will also rear his own children to face the same fate, all of which will, of course, be followed by a brief, almost inconsequential retirement, and his inevitable death.”
“Even a 50-year-old adult would have trouble processing such a monstrous notion,” Wasserbaum added. “Oh my God, I’m 50 years old.”
The first of Bolduc’s remaining 2,299 days of school will resume at 8 a.m. tomorrow. On the next 624 Sundays, he will also be forced to attend church.
spent the past three mos. trying to walk a permit through the DOT, not battling, but not running either, when finally those above realize that the timeline to launch is approaching; the dam breaks and we’re on our way from foreplay to long time.
such is my life.
also, why I am not in charge: I would smash break things.
since we’re talking commuting/bike riding to save gas and expenses, this just dawned on me: I’ve determined that I am in fact carbon neutral; driving doesn’t really bother me.
going to work everyday bothers me. the driving to and from work? not so much. I always thought it was the commuting, but really, it’s the routine of work that bothers me.
a drone’s life can be had on a bike or in a car; it’s still a drone’s life. I can loathe showing up at the office on a bike or in a car, it doesn’t really matter either way.
as you were.