fuckin' Olympics
Aug. 14th, 2008 10:01 am
I can see the Olympics from my house. Looking out the west windows on the second floor, the sun sets over the Olympic mountain range on Washington's Olympic Peninsula, home of Olympic National Park.
My grandparents lived on that peninsula. My dad was raised there. If you visit Seattle, they're the mountains to the west of Seattle. East of Seattle - and the state capitol, Olympia - is the Cascade range.
But every time the fuckin' US Olympic Committee starts legal action against Washington state businesses and organizations with Olympic in their name, I find myself getting just a little more angry that an every-four-year circus is interfering with day-to-day life here in Washington.
Rationally, I know that the Olympic committee has to protect the legal use of the term "Olympics". I know that Congress gave them an exclusive license to the term with an exception for Western Washington only, and the pinheads who make the law assume that the dinky little other Washington can't possibly have businesses that, gasp, do business outside Washington State. The Olympics committee has to go after Olympic Cellars for selling outside the state, and get on OlympusNet's case, and Olympic Mountain Rescue, and or risk letting McDonald's not having to pay their licensing fees.
But emotionally, I'm at the point where I just want the Olympics to go the fuck away and leave us alone.