Lindsay Perigo
The Politically Incorrect Show - 25/09/2000
[Music - Die Fledermaus]
Good afternoon, Kaya Oraaa & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Monday September 25, proudly sponsored by Neanderton Nicotine Ltd., the show that says bugger the politicians & bureaucrats & all the other bossyboot busybodies who try to run our lives with our money; that stands tall for free enterprise, achievement, profit, & excellence, against the state-worshippers in our midst; that stands above all for the most sacred thing in the universe, the liberty of the human individual.
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Another weekend of Olympic thrills - New Zealand's Rob Waddell striking gold in the rowing (the culmination, as the commentators reminded us, of "seven years in pursuit of perfection"), America's Marion Jones leaving her competitors in the dust in the women's 100 metre sprint (& reiterating that this is but the first of FIVE golds she has her sights on), Maurice Greene doing the same in the men's ... in fact it was Maurice's face as he stood on the winner's dais to the strains of The Star-Spangled Banner that I personally found the most moving moment of the weekend's viewing. During the race it was a study in intensity, single-minded determination & terrifying fierceness - nothing & nobody was going to stop him getting to the line first. Then his features became transformed as, victory won, he dissolved into ecstasy, throwing one of his sneakers into the crowd, laughing & crying, basking in rapturous applause as the band invoked the land of the free & the home of the brave.
It was also heart-warming to see Jamaica's Merlene Ottey, at the age of 40, win her heat in the women's 100, thus proving conclusively & reassuringly that youth is wasted on the young & life begins at 40 - a fact that some of us have been privy to for some time.
Since the Olympics began we've had the usual line-up of losers, the whingers & whiners, the looters & moochers, bleating about the interruption of television coverage by commercials. It seems to elude such sheeple that but for the advertisers, they wouldn't be getting the coverage at all, just as I'm sure it eludes them equally that the achievements of the advertisers are on a par with those of the athletes. What is on display during the commercials is the inexhaustible ingenuity of the human mind in discovering new & better ways of ensuring survival, comfort & pleasure for our species. On Saturday night, for instance, I itemised ads for airlines, automobiles, cellular phones, video cameras that can double as telephones, soft drinks, fruit juices, home loans, antihistamine tablets, supermarkets of bewildering abundance, warehouses bristling with the latest electronic gadgetry, high-fibre breads & cereals, pulsating toothbrushes, laundry detergents & credit cards. And I marvelled anew - how far we have come from dirty, dank, dark caves! In part precisely because such commodities are commonplace, in part because we're taught that the material is the evil, we tend to overlook or derogate the mental & entrepreneurial athleticism required to lift humankind to this state of well-being.
I want to help redress that injustice today - to salute those who, in the face of formidable hurdles placed in their path by the politicians & bureaucrats, choose to enter business & run the race nonetheless. They are pilloried in stocks rather than honoured on daises - but their sales are their applause, their profits their medals: & their advertisements their showcase. In truth, like those gallant men & women on the fields & waters of the Olympiad, they are heroes.
I'll be back ... after the commercials.
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