Bluff, Bluff, Pass

Urinate on your partner.
It's Friday.

Speaking of pissing for more than one reason, Lance Armstrong failed a bunch of drug tests.
Failing a drug test is sort of like failing a regular test.
However, instead of being threatened to be held back only to eventually pass and move onto a grade you're not ready for, when you fail a drug test, the repercussions are far worse:
You lose endorsements.
And when the only things you have going for you are your endorsements and cancer, you don't want to fail that drug test.
If there's one thing (and there aren't many) that Americans like more than their star athletes, it's discovering that those athletes are frauds.
Nothing quite beats taking the ol' bucksaw to a pedestal.
I'm not sure why it is that we all love to see successes become failures.
Humans, I assume, won't live for a particularly long time.
In terms of the fauna timeline.
We can distract ourselves with all of the rubber bracelets we want.
Fact is, we're doomed.
We just can't share.
Other animals can all share because they don't have the mental capacity to hate.
What a luxury that must be.
Humans can't share.
We can't share space. We can't share food. We can't share wealth.
We can't share sexual partners.
We're doomed.
In place of sharing, all that remains is to take.
I've always said (in my head) that racists are just people who were never taught to share.
It's just climate.
Like, the squinty eyes and the dark skin?
It's an animal's way of evolving to a climate.
That's all race really is.
Unfortunately, racists can't get that, which is what makes them racists.
Besides, arid heat may be the reason the middle eastern crowd looks as they do.
But that doesn't explain the funny way they talk.
You've got me there.
What was I talking about?
Right.
Doomed species.
That's us.
And we're doomed because I was relieved to see that Lance Armstrong is being stripped of all of his stuff.
They found a bong in Phelps' sock drawer?
Great.
They have his mother weeping from the shame on CNN?
Perfect.
Let's check that out.
It's an ugly thing, y'know?
Being in the middle.
Those above seem so much higher.
Those below just seem frightening and dirty.
I've heard that Lance has been hounded for years.
(America loves to hunt their witches, too).
Who can say?
All I know is this:
Those rubber bracelets are really annoying.
If we give Lance the benefit of the doubt.
If we maintain that Lance didn't inhale, or he has glaucoma, or whatever.
The fact still remains:
He started the bracelet thing.
Now people support everything through items rather than words or...upheaval.
Jesus.
Blondes.
Anarchists.
Everyone.
They all have their own bracelet.
What would your bracelet be for?
Who do you stand for in the laziest way possible?
Mine is a bracelet that supports bracelets
(I've made this exact same joke in another post about ribbons).
It might not be the same joke.
I'm too uninterested to re-read the post right now.

Anyway.
Get out there and enjoy your weekend.
But play it clean, okay?