Ray’s Thought for the Day - Cruiser and the Losers

On Day 14, even though the Great Bicycle Race continues, the race is more of a promenade on bicycles, than an actual race. Look at me. I finished the Great Bicycle Race. Let the record show that this year I came in, 144th. Gimme some more of that champagne. Whoa! Where’s the Comfort Station?

Yep, all the losers families and friends have made the arduous trip to gay Paris. There they all are, lining the Great Bicycle Race route, cheering on each and every surviving cyclist. Some of those surviving cyclists actually fell off their bicycles after racing into dogs. Yet even those afflicted by dog collisions shall probably finish up anyway, now that they have lasted to the promenade portion of the Great Bicycle Race.

Day 14 of the Great Bicycle Race may be a hard sell to the advertisers of the Great Bicycle Race. Let’s see, that would be the male enhancement, urinary tract maintenance, energy drink, sports car, and racing bicycle paraphernalia industries. Or maybe not. Maybe those advertisers assume that the promenade is a great occasion for TV spectator repressive desublimation, a Valhalla of make believe.

Spelling of make believe, our precious Kinglet feels like he is directing the course of history. History, according to the Kinglet version, shall show that the Kinglet’s personal antics shall be generally reviewed as savior-like. A tiny comparison; Joe, Joe, Stalin, Dare to Struggle, Dare to Win, felt like Darwin was full of shit, too.

But back to the Great Bicycle Race. There they go. Tres excitement! Hold it! We're near the end! They've lost the feed again!