The Olympics Conflated with Potted Meat, Shrimps and Dead Preachers

I need to admit that my empathy is totally lacking when it comes to "the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat" in competitive athletics. But this Olympics nonsense needs to be throttled. Words and terms come to mind: Self-centered, narcissistic, caste systems, bone-yard. It must be some form of mass diversion that drives those masses to put aside their thoughts about pan-kindness and the value of life, instead of comparison, competition, vanity and vexation. What's the point of the spectacular display and neck bling. But it does prevail against the hill and hollerbillies trying to read what'in the can they're eating from. "wonder what the fuck's in this shit," mouth full. Mommy reminds that it's delicious potted meat that's spread across my light bread." What's in shrimp? Kill the preacher.