Okay, folks. Today, I want to focus on two most unfortunate— and most distracting— incidents concerning this past week. In one sense or another, they’re both witch-hunts— you know, unjust persecution of innocent people, using either trumped-up linkages, or just plain trumped-up charges. Let’s start with the latter.
A couple days ago, bicycle legend Lance Armstrong— the man who won the Tour de France seven times in a row (soundly beating the French at their own game), and then went on to beat cancer— decided enough was enough. After a decade of harassment by “non-profit” folks to the effect that his victories were frauds, due to drugs… Lance announced he would no longer comply with these people’s demands.
Look, as far as I’m concerned, the following observation should be painfully obvious to anyone who gives a moment’s thought to the situation: Lance is sick and tired of ten years of strain and stress imposed on him and his family. He knows that no amount of compliance will satisfy these (yes, I’m going there) witch-hunters— after all, he was constantly tested for drugs, over… and over… and over! And what did they find? Not a dang thing. Despite this, they continue to slander him, because how dare an American prove to be such a constant champion over the rest of the world!
Alas… now, we get a widespread sob-story along the lines of “I wanted to believe— after everything, I wanted to believe that Lance was the hero we all thought he was… but— but he validated the accusations, by quitting! It’s not just ‘Where there’s smoke, there’s fire’—there’s also ashes!” And so on.
In case you’re wondering, the above quote was a paraphrase of the “analysis” by Geraldo Rivera— whom I actually like a great deal, though I agree with precious little of his politics. You always know where he stands— and that honestly has made him a pop-culture icon. And yet… well, as I’d pointed out in a past article, Geraldo all too often shows a tendency to put aside stopping for a moment to think about the situation, and instead jumps to conclusions purely on the emotion of the moment. (When he made those comments on Lance, he acted like he somehow didn’t even hear Monica Crowley pointing out to him that no one ever found any drugs in Lance, despite setting an effective world record for such tests.)
And so, it appears as though those seven victories of an athletic legend will be stripped away from him… without a shred of evidence, and nothing against him but a cesspool of smears fueled, I firmly believe, by nothing less than an envious hatred of matchless success— the same kind of hatred spewed by the Occupiers against all those who have risen all the way to the top of the ladder. Well, I, at least, will continue to defend the innocent. I defended Herman Cain, against a similar onslaught of tirade and invective. I similarly defend Lance Armstrong— a true American hero.
Now… to the other witch-hunt. Now, please hold your reactions when you read the next statement: It concerns… Todd Akin.
Okay— hold on, folks. It’s not what you think. Let me state for the record: the nonsense about “shutting down” during “legitimate rape” is just that— nonsense. Todd Akin has become the GOP’s Joe Biden— only the media, surprise, has not defended or excused Akin like such. And of course… let’s not forget to mention that the Democrats had actually worked to ensure that he would win the primary for the seat he’s running for. They saw it coming— shame we didn’t.
Anyway— the witch-hunt I’m referring to is the relentless attempt by the Left to laughably link Akin to Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan— never mind that, with the possible exception of Mike Huckabee, practically every single Republican in America is begging Akin to drop out of the race.
Or course, the Democrats— including the constantly-annoying, contraception-obsessed Sandra Fluke (who has somehow landed a spot in the Democrat convention)— keep swearing up-and-down that Mitt Romney has “refused to repudiate the extremists,” or something. Pathetic.
So, the battle continues— and so does the hypocrisy. Whatever happens. . . don’t let them win.
Next time, I’ll be writing up my thoughts on the GOP convention— right here, in Tampa. I’m most looking forward to His Awesomeness, Chris Christie. See you, then….