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i am not a stuffed tiger.

olympic fever, or not.

For some mystery reason, I am subscribed to Esquire (see also: letting mail pile up for months). Month after month, it arrives thanks to the saints at HFS who have been tirelessly redirecting mail for a very long time. I don't mind. It's usually pretty decent to read on the bus and I can learn about how to match striped ties with striped shirts, but not to mix pinstriped suit jackets with other pants (this, I think, is a revision of previous policy).

Anyway, among the regularly interesting columns is "Chuck Klosterman's America."
This month, in "Boycott the Olympics, Save America" he rails against certainty and hometown pride:
As I grow older, I find myself less prone to have an opinion about anything, and I'm starting to distrust just about everyone who does. . . . All the world's stupidest people are either zealots, atheists, or ideologues. People used to slag Bill Clinton for waffling on everything and relying solely on situational pragmatism. As far as I'm concerned that was the single greatest aspect of his presidency. Life is fucking confusing. I don't know anything, and neither do you. [esquire]

That link up there is worthless. The article isn't even online for subscribers yet. If you want to read the whole thing, just go pick up a copy of the magazine -- Trump is on the cover -- at your local newsstand. It's only two pages (p. 62-65) and read it there. Or drop the $3.50 and learn how it feels to ___ and get a actual size print of Kerry's head.

I thought that the essay captured much of my personal philosophy, but now that I think about it I'm pretty much an atheist who likes to watch short term sporting events. Not because I love America (or team X), but because I don't have the attention span to follow a full season. Developing...

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baby, we been in post-season for years now...
are we there yet?