|What would be amazing is if the athletes told the corporations where to go|
From the moment Danny Boyle's opening ceremony finished until the final curtain today, August 12th, the majority of the UK has remained transfixed by the drama unfolding in the Olympic theatre of dreams.
What awaits everyone the day after is a more sombre affair: the recession or as some are now calling it, the 21st century depression.
The Olympics has been something I have pretty much boycotted since Sydney 2000; Athens 2004 was tainted for me by drugs offenders, Beijing 2008 by human rights oppression by the Chinese authorities and their refusal to accept Tibet as a sovereign state and London 2012, a chance in a life time to witness an event this big at home marred by a terror state military presence and surface to air missiles being placed on peoples apartments in the name of safety and security.
Despite all this, during London 2012 I have still found the earth minutes to sit down and watch David Rudisha, the 800m legend, Usain Bolt and his meteoric brilliance and Mo Farah. What it has reinforced in my mind however is the power of distraction that is television, the social conditioning box. This happened coincide with a period of time flying a desk at work, working 9-5. It has dawned on me just how well the system works for everyone except us.
This is my first blog since July 22nd, in that time plenty has happened both to me and around me to write or type until my fingers bled. War criminal Tony Blair is back working for Labour, no doubt hoping the majority of the country have forgotten about his blood thirsty ways (not me Tone). Israel continue to apply pressure on the 'good people of free nations' to side with them in a war against Iran and Syria is a basket case of civil unrest and blood shed that has led to the UK government handing the unknown rebels funding, but not arms. In the actual Olympics themselves there was of course Danny Boyle's much divisive opening ceremony and of course there was the shameless plug by the BBC during the sprint finals on Nazi eugenics, the legacy of 'super slaves' from Jamaica and why black people dominate sprinting, but that however is a story for another day, and lets not talk about the Euro Millions lottery that just so happened to roll over every week the Olympics were happening. Who runs the lottery anyway?
Tomorrow will see us awaken to the chorus of 'Olympic Legacy' where Cameron has pledged to fund athletes up until Rio 2016 with the same backing that they have received since securing the London 2012 bid in 2005. This will be led by Lord Sebastien Coe, who has been dodging the question about removing Dow Chemicals from the Olympic Sponsor list following their involvement in the Bhopal disaster 27 years ago, in the build up to the games this year. I for one tried to email him regarding this only to find his email was bouncing back the thousands of people bombarding him on behalf of Amnesty International.
Tomorrow however is still several hours away and the social conditioning box cannot let us go too long without being distracted in case we start to work out how badly the system has thrown us overboard.
So it was to my shock and horror that on the radio this afternoon on the way home I heard the first football result of the season; the final scores of the Community Shield. This must also mean that X-factor cannot be far away with yet another insipid Christmas number one that has no heart, soul or meaning and more young girls will be flaunting flesh or advocating being beaten by their boyfriends.
The power of the social conditioning box should not be underestimated; it is hopes and dreams that they sell to us through the television, that we will all one day be movie gods or rock stars, but we won't.