You know that the world is in the need of understanding the power of psychopathy when one of the singular events, specifically hosted to bring the nations of the world together, instead is hijacked for relational disruption. The 2024 Summer Olympics seem destined to fill the bill for this.
I’m sure there are lots of those classic Olympic moments that show the value of competition, and good sportsmanship. The problem is that the Olympics is an event that necessarily must be seen through the lens of the mass media. We can’t expect coverage of the myriad venues solely by independent observers on social media. So in a sense, we actually get to see the perspective of the media as well as what they attempt to show us. It’s left up to social media to then interpret what’s happening. It reminds me of Kurt Vonnegut’s analogy in his seminal work, Slaughterhouse V, where our own perspective is described by the space aliens in the book, the Tralfamadorians, as being strapped to a rail car, with long pipes tied to our eyes, on a track turning and twisting.
And even as Simone Biles twists and turns through the various events (she is indeed the GOAT), two warping events have at least dominated my media cultural view. The first was the opening ceremony, and the second involved a gender-misrepresented boxer from Algeria, competing in the women’s division, who is quite obviously a male, and was declared a male by other boxing authorities outside the International Olympic Committee (IOC).
The opening ceremony was a pretty blasphemous representation of the painting by Leonardo da Vinci of Jesus’ Last Supper. Instead of having apostles, we had drag queens with a fatty, haloed princess occupying the role of Jesus. The thing that was fascinating was the director, Thomas Jolly, is a declared ‘queer’ (whatever that exactly means) and of course assembled the cast for ‘representation of diverse constituencies’. It appeared to me that rather than the Last Supper, the montage was more a representation of a Feast of the Gods representation by Jan van Bijlert from 1635, which also seems to copy the Last Supper. Arguing about the factual content, though, is exactly the point of the manipulation. In order to prove one’s point, one requires esoteric knowledge (is it, or is it not the Last Supper? Or another Dutch Master? Excuse me while I clutch my pearls…) available only to a particular, cloistered class, that can then stake a claim of moral virtue for having the unwashed identify the paint as da Vinci’s. It hardly serves the role of bringing the world’s traditions together. And by doing so, it attacks the deep, tribal codes involved in the Guest/Host relationship, inviting both Host and Guest to offend the other.
And when you do that, well, the Gods are angry. And since such an affront is typically prevented by cultural codes literally around the world, what you end up with is transcultural rage.
The second primary affront occurred in the boxing ring. Imane Khelif, ostensibly a female from Algeria on her birth certificate, but quite obviously a male, who tested with XY chromosomes, got into subsequent rings and beat the hell out of a number of women boxers. Along his/her way to their medal (I think I’ve covered all the pronouns) he broke Angela Carini’s nose, an Italian boxer who stopped the fight, but later apologized to Khelif for casting any aspersion in his/her direction.

Imane Khelif – if that ain’t a dude, I don’t know what a dude is
By not drawing any kind of a clear line on sex, the IOC showed that they were more tools of the elites than anything else. Various other boxing organizations had disqualified Khelif as being a male before the Olympics, which immediately draws into question what the hell is really going on in The Matrix. The end strategy, and result, however, were clear. Only experts can decide what is plainly obvious to the rest of us — without having to look down his pants. And if we can get ordinary people to fight, well, that’s the point. While the lumpenproletariat is busy brawling, at a minimum, the elites establish their advanced coding and, well elitism. They really are better than the rest of us.
And what better venue than boxing? All of this is so misogynistic it makes my head spin — and I’ve got a pretty stiff neck. It’s code switching for women to box in the first place. Call my parents old fashioned, but the taboo violation of men hitting women was deeply ingrained in my upbringing.
Now you bring women on the international stage, and you have a man kick the living shit out of a woman, all the while lying about whether one of the women is a dude — psychopathic backlash is what you are going to get. Whether you planned for it or not. Having a backlog of bullshit to justify this (lots of pictures of Imane as a child being raised as a girl) might get you some advocates from the ranks of the elites. But it is in direct violation of the whole point of the Olympics. Which I thought is for folks to find common ground, across countries and cultures. Not to demonstrate the latest fashion in virtue signaling among the privileged.
The other male/female boxer, Lin Yu-ting, from Taiwan, also proceeded to getting a gold medal in their weight class. The thing that was most fascinating for me is that both the Algerian contingent, AND the Taiwanese contingent, were speaking vociferously in favor of the deception on X. If there’s a meta-hierarchy of tribalism in groups visible in the Olympics, it is really in identification with the largest, low v-meme coded group you can find. Even my wife, who is Taiwanese, was willing to roll on the Algerian boxer. But though apparently the physical evidence is roughly the same, as well as the circumstance (both were declared males by the other various boxing organizations) she wouldn’t give in when it came to the Taiwanese Dudette. “I have lots of friends that look like boys” she said. DeepOS will out.
And then there’s the general hopelessness of other countries, outside those that can support megalithic athletic programs that can consistently produce Olympic champions. Maybe the real lesson here is that a competition based on gaslighting us into believing in equality of competition between nation-states is really a waste of time. And both these controversies are emblematic of emergent behavior that would come out of the deep code of the event. In the United States, we recognize this intrinsically in all our high school sports competitions. No “Single A” high school football team expects to prevail over a “Triple A” school with a much larger population base. Maybe it’s time to recognize this and create a better system.
Whatever. I honestly hardly can bring myself to care. It’s just a broken opportunity, and part of the inherent forces of decentralization that are at play in the world.
And outside watching the larger memetic experiment on display, I won’t be watching in detail. Especially boxing. I really don’t need to see men beating women up, and then being told that’s not what I was watching. Those with real experience of violence know what they’re looking at. What’s really going on here is using a deliberate blurring of hardware and software in order to get people to fight. And I’ll have no part in it.
This piece on Woke Dynamics is a good intro on how all this works.

I signed off from the Olympic Games some time ago (years), seeing that it had become yet another spectacle of the circus of distractions – adding it to the list of vectors from which I protect my mind.
During an inadvertent viewing (there are screens everywhere, no?) of the competition of women’s gymnastics uneven bars, I could not help but notice that the stage for the event (I’m not sure the technical term for that area) was decorated in the colors of the “trans” flag. Meaning the floors and the border delineating the outer area and the inner rectangle reserved for the bars apparatus, were painted in the light pastel blue, pink, yellow, etc. that someone has decided are the colors “owned” by the latest cultural movement of perversion. Perhaps a coordinated, intentional symbolism once again forced upon the world.
Jonathan Pageau provides an interesting look into the symbolism of the Olympic opening ceremonies and the hilarious excuse-making and shock from some quarters. Really there should be no shock. “We” have been headed this direction for a long time, as Pageau notes. Initially his chuckling is a little disconcerting, but it all makes sense as he explains. How can anyone be surprised?
Broadcast of the “athletic event” of men beating up women, disguised as yet another version of the Emperors New Clothes, “And you better just drink it up, or else!” is just par for the course.
I am becoming aware of Pageau’s work as it is insightful in interpreting our post-modern, nihilistic world.
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