By now you will have been inundated with the Olympics coverage.
You maybe have your own views of this man, who frankly politics aside is now high in my little book of hate. Mitt Romney came here, shit all over his home country’s Olympics, and then gleefully took part in watching the Opening Ceremony (I think he should have been banned, but hey ho). I’m not addressing his politics or agenda, mind. I’m talking about his behavior as a visitor to a country he came here and insulted.
Lots of people are. I’ve seen on Facebook the negative spin that some American media outlets are putting on the Olympics. To which I am taking to my blog to say this:
Stop taking the piss out of our Games.
I loved the Opening Ceremony. NHS? I’m a fan – they saved my life, they saved the lives of my children and they continue to provide for this family. GOSH? They checked out my daughter’s heart and made sure she was ok. They save children’s lives every day. I’m a fan. Children’s literature? I’m a fan. The agricultural and industrial revolution and a walk through British culture? I’m a fan. The most amazing Olympic torch I’ve ever seen lit by seven athletic hopefuls? I’m a fan. Hell, men on bicycles with flying wings? I’m a fan. There is nothing to not love there.
And Danny Boyle using Blade Runner (one of my top favorite films of all time) images in his Opening?
I started out against the Olympics. Whole-heartedly. I thought it would cost too much (it has), create a series of structures we would struggle to use moving forward (which we might) and be a hideous inconvenience to the British public (it is). And then a funny thing happened – we had a recession. Then another one. The country is crippled by high costs and high unemployment and frozen pay. And we needed something to help us forget the money woes, the crumbling Eurozone, the state of our lifeless bank accounts and the infrastructure which has been choked from budget cuts.
The Diamond Jubilee came, and behind it the Olympics.
And it was enough to start to blow the cobwebs out of our heads and hearts.
Further for me, my husband started working with the Games a few years back. He and his team have worked incredibly long hours under huge duress to get things ready. It’s at no small cost – I’m one of a number of women holding a household up while their husbands create an environment we can all be proud of. One of Alastair’s team died of a heart attack at work, due to stress. They are working so hard to make it right, my husband and tens of thousands of others.
So I take umbrage at critics who want to have a go at the London 2012 Games. We need them. We need the diversion, the cheering, the hope, the razzle dazzle of distraction. We need it. For people like Alastair, they’ve earned it.
Nothing is perfect.
The London 2012 Olympics aren’t far off.
Close your eyes and just believe, just this once.