UNCONDITIONAL ROSSI WORSHIP DEFINED:
The last few months have been illuminating for anyone capable of independent, rational thought. I mentioned recently that no-one, however iconic - is allowed, permitted, licensed or whatever - to criticize or even cast any slight doubt whatsoever on the alleged Zombie Ubermensch, Valentino Rossi. To do so is to bring down the wrath of the blindly-adoring, Cyclopean hordes.
To reinforce and prove this knee-jerk silliness– here’s an illustration for you: twice now and very recently I have posted verbatim quoted comments from giants of the sport to support the really very obvious reality that Rossi is struggling like buggery and should have done better, whilst at the same time, Casey Stoner (who got numerous Wins and Podiums on the same bike that so baffles Rossi), is marching from strength to strength and will win the 2011 MotoGP Championship Title. That will be 2 x GP Titles on 2 different marques of machine. Go on – I know the history exactly – far better than you ever could - but you know you want to...so, make dickheads of yourselves, again.
These luminaries included Cristian Gabbarini (ex-Ducati and now Stoner’s HRC Team Leader), Filippo Preziosi (no intro needed), Carlo Pernat (ditto) and Giacomo Agostini – please note - all Italian, OK? Add to these commentators the experience, stature and vast knowledge of Mat Oxley, a Brit who has raced at the highest level and also been involved up to his neck in motorcycle GP PR and Journalism for many years. Oxley has won TT’s and got 2nd at the Le Mans 24 hour back in 1984.
When I posted THEIR verbatim comments and made it crystal clear that these were THEIR views and not mine – several slobbering geniuses on MCN still wanted to take issue and argue with me. Talk about just not “getting it” and a case of not liking the message – so – try and kill the messenger! Anyway... I found a particularly apt quote to cover this ongoing hopelessly dead-headed, dumb-arsed, biased nonsense and myopic bullshit and show it below. Enjoy - all those with half a brain. The rest – you would never understand it anyway. Cheers
Tattered washing on the line
It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
- H L Mencken