Saturday, February 7, 2009

Heroes Come Cheap These Days


Okay, so noted retard Michael Phelps got caught smoking the reefer. As a result, he's lost endorsements, been suspended by USA Swimming (whatever the hell that is) and is making the rounds on his apology tour.


Why the foofaraw about a bong hit? Because of all the "kids who look up to him as a role model and a hero," according to a statement from the swimming organization.


And that, of course, begs the obvious question: Why in the world is this moron a role model or a hero?
Sure, he can swim fast. Yippee. If I need to transport a small object out to the middle of a lake PDQ, and if there is no boat available, he'll be the first one I call. Short of that, I fail to see the utility of his particular skill set, much less the heroism in it.


Athletes are paid vast sums to play kids' games, and I understand that; the economic value of their endeavors is evident in the throngs they bring in to stadiums and arenas. I admire their physical prowess. But are they heroes? No.


If your child must have heroes, point him or her toward those who have demonstrated courage in their beliefs during trying times, toward those who do difficult, dangerous and necessary jobs for shit wages and without complaint. Toward a soldier, a teacher, a civil-rights organizer, a fireman, an artist.


Not toward the Michael Phelps' of the world.

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