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From: J Category: Art Date: 16 August 2008 Time: 04:40 AM Review: One "richman" (related to the poor boy?) sandwich too many left me unable to sleep due to nausea resulting in regular vomiting through out the night and shitting water. Perfect conditions for catching up on the Olympics, able to forget my revulsion at the regime producing them, I spent quality time with the performers . And you guessed it they too are revolting nauseating freaks. The gymnasts: tiny anorexic muscly make up covered nervous little factory farmed circus children. The cyclists: thighs like gm modified shoulders of pork, boring nerds riding contraptions which are distant cousins of bicycles, pale faced from too many hours in the velodrome. Swimmers, sealed in suits of superhero proportions but washed out from lifetimes in brine, the women and men plucked of all hair to shave times to the bone, neither a distuinguishable gender. Where is the sport in this? These are not humans, they are no more admirable than the morons who model or appear on big brother, just contemptible products of a society of excess which rewards the fanatic who is willing to give up everything for nothing: winning.