Over the years olympic tragedies have been rare but hardhitting, be it the horrors of munich, or the tragic death {and i mean that truly} of the georgian athlete who in practicing for his event in the luge at the winter olympics careered of the icy run to his death at a rate of speed which does not beg to be thought about.
The luge to the uninformed is an event in which you hurl yourself down a toboggan run, on your back on a tea tray,with no brakes, in a helmet wearing a skin tight fruity little garment like an allin one speedo suit, just to see who has the best time, with the consolation prize being, the hope that you live through it.
The fact this poor athlete was only practicing in itself impresses me , i mean for the love of god imagine how far he wouldve flew of the track if it was for real and he was giving it all hes got round that icy tube of death, there is only one certainty im sure of, is that wherever he landed il wager my last 10 pounds they have built a new ASDA super market in crawling distance which given his bodily state afterwards would more than likely be appropriate.
I learnt of this accident whilst watching BBC News coverage of the Vancouver winter olympics who i thought bravely decided to show him hurtling down the track to his death , .. or so i thought until the reporter stated " the bbc has decided that to show images of this final moment and feel it would be too distressing" or something of that nature.
Distressing for who? may i ask? his family and loved ones maybe yes i can agree with that, but that is not why they choose not to show you, they feel they know what is best for the viewer, i for one am curious of this although appalled at myself for it but it is a perfectly natural human act to be curious to want to face that tragedy head on and face it in all its horror.
I thought to myself, not even a look away moment like they do with the football scores, in case you want to watch the highlights on match of the day " now we go to the sport and if you dont want see the result of a man in a gimp suit on a tea tray doing a tonne and being scattered all over canada look away now " you know something like that, the question begs to be asked what do we get for our licence fee? my disabled aunty slipped on a rubber bath mat once and cracked her head firstly on a bottle of head and shoulders then the corner of the bath and due to the fact we did not have a digital camcorder in the vicinity of the incident, we politely asked her to do it again,after all its the done and proper thing isnt it?.
It is the same reason they dont like to show you upon the news the innocent men women and children being killed everyday as the result of shady wars political manouveres, and why is that? il tell you why , because the moment people actually start seeing the realities of life and death, and to face the prospect of the fact of everything ending suddenly or tragically, and to really come to terms with it grasp the absurdities of it all, then and only then can a man or woman truly begin to live and to feel free. And after all what good would that be to the economy? millions of free thinking people aware of whats really important in life with very little compulsion at all to fill there lives with shitand stuff that they truly dont need in the blind faith it will make them happy and help them live forever instead of just here and now and to be constantly force fed bile masquerading as information on there television sets.
So i for one prefer to see the horrors and the beauty of life to face it and soak it all up for the very same reason that I one day will be that gimp on a tea tray, to laugh when you shouldnt is fine, let it all hang out whats the fuss about, to see that life has no meaning other than the meaning you place upon it , and if the meaning your giving it is the fear of fear itself then your playing right into their hands.
The deceased i like to imagine felt no pain, and upon arriving at whatever " heaven" and " god " which had took his fancy in life,, for example the gates of heaven with st peter and jesus giving him the once over to see if hes allowed in( bear with me i know it all sounds a bit fantastical youl be glad i left out the bit about winged men in sheets and playing harps) ....and for him to be standing there feeling a bit of a tit for the way hes dressed in his man made fabric condom suit upon entering nirvana, and for jesus to be putting his arm around him saying, "never mind son we have some plimsoles and a dirty vest in the lost property basket" like when you had brought unappropriate attire for physical education, you know that feeling when your in a new school
and youve been sent in first day wearing a snazzy pair of white slip on loafers ? No? well maybe thats just me.
Anyways im not sure what the message is here if any at all but id like to end on the old addage "Its all fun and games , until somebody gets hurt"
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