Quizzes & Puzzles1 min ago
Olympics Opening Ceremony
Is anyone watching the "ceremony" on TV?
Answers
Terrible fiasco ! Lots of queers flapping around, pretending to be happy. Those in pink were ... omg! & what about him (?) in a skirt dancing faux ballet next to flagpole in the sky ?
A black woman on the roof top singing the La Marseillaise badly and repetitively, very few white people and lots of gold statues (not bad really though) of obscure historic French women.
All in all, a disaster !
So before anyone else says it, I'm a racist, sexist, and a Francophobe.
Pity about the rain, it must have been an act of God. 🙂
Tried to watch it but found it somehow sinister, satanic even, what with the rain passing judgement and the weird masked figure sliding into view every so often. I though perhaps he/she/it was going to set fire to a pile of car tyres, organise a street blockade with overturned police cars, rip up the pavements and throw the lumps at the massed ranks with riot shields and smash all the shop windows in a show of typical French "culture" ... alas no such fun was provided. And still the heavens cry for the shame of it all.
Do the French not know that the Mona Lisa is actually Italian? and from the Delacroix, Raft , which is French, they removed the victims. Not to mention (among a hundred other embarrassments) those swivel-eyed portraits, and all the general wokery.
Well if that's France, it's not my France and there are weeks to go. I await in trepidation.
'The scattergun array of the offering was bewildering. For some reason we were served forgotten noughties American pop star Lady Gaga – shocking if you’re 14 in 2008, but that makes you 30 now. There was a headless Marie Antoinette, a piano inexplicably set alight, and – inevitably – a bevy of slaying and sashaying drag queens and ‘non-binaries’, performing a sassy vogue parody of The Last Supper. This is the kind of phoney rebellion that was already embarrassing on stage at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern in 1994, but at least was confined safely to bad gay pubs.'
Gareth Roberts: The Spectator