Ha ha ha ha ha….
I am not making this up:
Juan Antonio Samaranch, the stool pigeon president of the International Olympic Committee, recently retired. He gratified the world’s fondest wishes in Moscow. How? Here’s how.
The Russian Interior Ministry Chorus– I’m not making that up either– the Interior Ministry of Russia has a chorus– sang “My Way” as Samaranch beamed in front of a huge photo of himself.
You think, at last we’re rid of this nauseating parasite!
Then he had his son appointed to an IOC position and retired.
His replacement, Jacques Rogge of Belgium, announced that people will not have to refer to him as “his Excellency” even though he, like Samaranch, is not entitled to be referred to as “His Excellency” anyway.
I solemnly wish that every politician and public official who ever has to greet or introduce Rogge to a meeting or convocation or sporting event would do with the preface, “And now, His Parasitical Vacuous Imbecile, Jacques Rogge”.
As if there were such a thing as a person who is an “Excellency”.
Meet the new boss.
Same as the old boss.