As anyone who might happen upon these digitized thought balloons will quickly discover, they have either nothing, or maybe everything, to do with grilled cheese sandwiches; and most likely never touch on anything relating to cooking or the kitchen... except perhaps, the very first posting. And so, with your indulgence, may I present, the ramblings of a reforming philosopher...

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Les Jeux Sont Fait...

The Olympics in Sochi, Russia have opened.

Unfortunately, along with that event has come more thumping of the Putinesque iron glove that authoritarians throughout history have erringly worn in order to generate, stimulate, and encourage a consistent flow of “correct thinking” within it’s citizenry. Consequently, even though it was only an everyday hiccup that made the Olympic Rings of the opening ceremonies not function precisely as presenters had planned, that reality was not to be experienced by the Russian television audience.
Call it quick-thinking, technical wizardry, brilliant network productivity, or fear-motivated political butt-saving mentality… someone instantly judged it to be appropriate that an earlier rehearsal tape quickly be substituted so that viewers would never see the potentially embarrassing glitch. The net result, supposedly, is that everyone internally was cleverly fooled... or, depending upon one's viewpoint - "protected", while those on the outside merely had their James Bondian concepts of a corrupted country enhanced.
However truth, like cream, always rises to the surface. Sooner or later the populace, Russian and otherwise, catch on to the misdirection continually being practiced upon them. It’s simply a principle ingrained in our human psyche that no one likes to be suckered on a regular basis and so, it may take a while -  but eventually, somebody sufficiently oblivious to fear and reprisal says, “Look! The Emperor has no clothes!”
Poking fun at the Sochi Olympics is not really fair, in as much as it places the people of Russia on the periphery of a very powerful spotlight. But when that spotlight is being demanded from a fifty billion dollar expenditure by the head of state, in his attempt to promote and augment vanity, agenda, and personal gain… then let the fun and games by visiting reporters and their social media communications begin.

The die was cast well before Sochi. - J
The reception of our hotel in #Sochi has no floor. But it does have this welcoming picture.
This is the one hotel room @Sochi2014 have given us so far. Shambles. #cnnsochi
In my Sochi hotel. You're welcome to pop by and sit forlornly in my Chairs of Desolation.
My hotel has no water. If restored, the front desk says, "do not use on your face because it contains something very dangerous." #Sochi2014
8:02 PM - 3 Feb 2014 - Water restored, sorta. On the bright side, I now know what very dangerous face water looks like. #Sochi #unfiltered

People have asked me what surprised me the most here in Sochi. It's this. Without question ... it's ... THIS.

#sochi good news , I have Internet , bad news, it's dangling from the ceiling in my room...
To anyone in Sochi: I am now in possession of three light bulbs. Will trade for a door handle. This offer is real:
Just arrived at Sochi, I could have sworn my hotel room looked different online
Article Copyright J. Michael Lyffe - 2014

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