The people who run it worldwide apparently think that a halfway-back-to-the-czars autocracy and a desert inferno that reaches 120 degrees are wizzo places to have a World Cup. So… despite the best efforts of the Attorney General* (…huh?), Russia gets to host the World Cup in 2018 and Qatar gets it in 2022.
Aw, shucks.
On the bright side, Planet Gore notes that this is going to make Mother Gaia cry from all the air conditioning being used.
Moe Lane
PS: Friendly hint for the Obama administration? Nobody in this country really cares if we don’t get these gigs. People do care if we make a big deal about trying to get these gigs, then fail. Also: most of the rest of the world’s local elite structures hate the United States of America with the fury of a billion yapping little dogs, and they enjoy doing us dirty when they have the chance. Stop giving them opportunities, please.
*I am surprised that Morgan Freeman didn’t shift them, though.
Morgan Freeman will play Eric Holder in Oliver Stone’s movie about Obama.
Actually, I cared. And I thought our presentation was horrible.
Moe, Moe, haven’t you figured it out?
They want to be one with the little yapping dogs… to be accepted, to have the rhinestone collar and tartan-plaid doggie sweater and the gold-plated food bowl with “PHIDEAUX” picked out in laser engraving. God only knows why, but the ambition burns in their breasts and drives them to distraction, so they yelp and scramble and upset the ashtrays and claw the furniture, trying to impress the others, to get them to declare, “Yes, these are worthy of us!”
Of course it’s futile. The pack still sees them as American hounds, and all they get by debasing themselves is urine in the water dish. If it weren’t so damned destructive it’d be pitiful.
Regards,
Ric