Kevin Myers: The 2012 Olympics will be the final calamitous testament to the great obsessions of Tony Blair
There isn't a single person in Ireland -- and I am, most passionately in the general throng -- who doesn't want Fionnuala Britton to win a medal in the London Olympics. Yet, surely, we must all be aware of the con that is going on; there are so many events in the Olympics, that virtually every country gets a medal.
And so while Lithuania exults over its silver in ferret-wrestling, and Ugandastan rejoices at its gold in toenail-filing, no one calls a halt to this madness.
The 2012 London Games are now a hajj for terrorists, and its organisation is accordingly based on military logistics: a sort of Falklands War, in which the Task Force stays in Greenwich. I was going to say, the Falklands without the penguins, but in his endless attempts to win the headlines, I fully expect that gurning jackanapes Boris Johnson -- a Phony Tony with an alderman's chain: truly a Blair-mayor -- to announce a penguin pole-vault.