As you’ve probably noticed by the commercials every 12 seconds on TV, the Olympics are almost here. Let’s set aside that Japan is a current hotbed for COVID-19 activity, and let’s get pumped! Unfortunately, some people can’t seem to follow the rules to compete in the Olympics this year.
You may have heard of Sha’Carri Richardson who is a track star for the United States. She’s also hittin’ the “J” if you know what I mean. She was rightfully dumped out of the 100M race after she tested positive for THC, the substance, I’m told, that’s in marijuana. Marijuana, you might recall, is a scourge on this nation but also happens to be legal in 19 states. Still, this is the UNITED States of America that Sha’Carri would be representing and she is OUT!
“But it’s only a joint” those hippies will tell you. She hit one after her mother’s death. Blah, blah, blah. Pot is legal where she smoked it. Fiddle Faddle, I say. Even our president (not the one that will be placed back into power in August, I mean the illegal one) said that “rules are rules” and Richardson is not allowed to participate.
Welp. I guess that’s my column this week. Wrapped up a little early. What can I talk about? Well, I guess I can tell you that we shot of some cool fireworks this past weekend. Yeah, sure, we live in Kansas City, Missouri where fireworks are illegal, but they’re just so dang fun. And besides, what is it hurting?
What’s in the news lately? Well, or once and future president spoke to some of his supporters the same week that his corporation was brought up on tax fraud charges and he rightfully explained that taxes are hard and it is a challenge to know what to put in those boxes. I totally get that, right?? I mean… what are all those numbers for, anyway??
Last week, I talked about those rules for pitchers where they are cutting down on illegal substances. They caught a guy red handed last week. Well, sticky-handed. Sure, the guy didn’t have a fastball over 90, but they sure noticed something sticky on his glove. Rules are rules. Outta here!
I’ll have to wrap up this week’s column a little early. There’s something I need to see on Netflix tonight. We’re still using one of my son’s girlfriend’s passwords, and we need to make sure to watch right as it is available. Plus, I’ve got to put a bet down on the Royals to lose – AGAIN – at this cool offshore sportsbook I found.
I’ll remove my tongue from my cheek here when I say that rules are never rules, Mister President. I actually got into an argument with someone on Twitter (imagine that) who said that rules are only a list of punishments, and if you’re cool with the punishment, then it’s okay to break the rule. This line of thinking had thousands of folks streaming into Washington DC on January 6, I’ll bet.
Rules were meant to be proactive, folks. They are guardrails. But they also reflect the spirit of the intention. The Olympic team needs to show that their team isn’t illegally augmenting their team prior to the Olympics. This lady ran a personal record with weed in her system?? She should get a medal for not simply stopping and eating a bag of chips.
Of COURSE rules should be adhered to, but you’ve got to be kidding me if you want to enforce one set for one type of person and another set for another. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my neighbor’s wi-fi is a little sketchy at night. There should be a rule against “borrowing” it.
(The first rule of Twitter is that you should be following Chris Kamler, known as @TheFakeNed)