Enjoy the Games

‘Its so obvies’ has been on a brief break from blogging for the last week or so; in part due to the indefatigable truth represented by the venn diagram below, and in part due to a complete disinterest in current affairs so long as they are dominated by the fucking Commonwealth Games.
Remember that smug little kid who would invite you round purely so he could smack down your non-Nintendo-owning arse on Mario Bros?

That’s us, Melbourne - we're that kid: “Hey athletes from the countries round the world not initially strong enough to smite the imperialist Brits from your shores initially, and too gutless to have since cast off the mantle of empire…(sharp inhalation). Wanna come round and see who can run fastest? Swim further? Etc?”

The scoreboard says it all: pwned, n00bs.

Meanwhile monarchist toadying, rabid populism and crippling inconvenience for workers is what is left for those who couldn't give a fuck. Hey, we're only paying for it, right?

Early concerns have arisen about the large cost of staging the Games, with projected costs likely to be over 1 billion Australian dollars and a high likelihood the state government will have to cover the expense. The cost has been described in local media as excessive for what many regard as a non-premier sports event.

(via the possibly inaccurate Wikipedia)

As if that's not enough, we're required to 'celebrate' the trevails of such tax-sponging AIS brats as Jana Pittman and frigging Ian Thorpe via the dribble-splattered warblings of Channel Nine's finest. A saving grace, I should allow, is the various cultural events which have been put on, I imagine, to sate local taxpaying poofters, luvvies, etc.

UPDATE 26/3: They've rolled out Dame Edna for the closing ceremony! Forget I said anything!