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The Great Nation cried out to a universe uncaring and unforgiving.
To a Nation with no leaders, just hucksters.
The same nation with no builders, just jivers
The dying, atrophic nation of wishers, not doers.
Here is the last hero of a nation under the betwixt of the gramophone mind - The great man called Phelps. He is a humble man, with the anger of detractors less than him used and metamorphosed into the magical mystery tour of epic will, such that man has never seen or may never will see in his shortened time here on the dying blue ball called Gaia.
Let me tell you how a boy became a man, and not just a man - a legend that has not reached a equal. And let it be a criticism to those that tried to destroy him, from the community that does not love its people, to the school system only wanting sexual perfidy, to the men who could never grow up - and do a duty that doesn't take ones time but ones attitude about it. And to a system that does not let heroes like him grow up - but to become the worst of us, and there for create the leaders that will always lose, and thereby lead the world into its inviable end.
He was told by the socialistic schools of Maryland - not that far from foggy bottom, the place where hell is only two gold plated keys only a desk drawer away; that he had a disorder. Too hyperactive the teacher stated. Put him on a drug, they also said. But at the same time - he was passed over for higher studies - given to those who did not have the same skills as this hero did.
The mother, said no to these foolish men.
The Mother took him out for swim classes, following her daughter's hopes for the Centennial Olympiad... she did not make the cut. However, a man showed up - Robert Bowman, a swim coach. Not a bad bone in his body - he told the Mother that your son is destined for great things. The Mother was worried... she was trying to raise her son, he had no father - the father was out getting more chicks and banging more broads than anybody could think of. But something, some voice in that head - you know the voice every one has heard it and felt it and knew it. That voice stated - "Ye Not Know Whenre Greatness Lies?"
And so, she took the risk. And the trainer became his father from that day forward. So, it seems for many - it takes a man to be a father, but a animal to breed a child - and sadly, for many of us who are of a different stripe one not knows there fathers, the animals are the ones killing the whole metaculture of not only their families, their communities, but also - maybe in some strange, gunwale way - the nation as well.
But even greatness makes small errors. After a incident dealing with alcohol, a silly 16 year old punk from out the gutters of hyper-religiosity, or of secular monstrosity - it doesn't matter a wit, stated to the future hero that punk might watch that many years later in a Jail cell, while being embraced by a detritus ridden old fart: “Hey Phelps! Go have a beer and get behind the wheel!” His two sisters came and were about to kick the 16 year old punks ass, a much better fate than what has befallen him now - until the Mother said no.
For all the talk of womanhood being dead, trashed to the gutters by your friends at the WorldWideLeader - with their Gomez, Lopez, Devato and Cyrus leading the way to a future of Patrick, Jameason, Sands and others of their ilk- here are three women that did right by masculinity - the mother let his son go - while the sisters protected him like a golden goose that is about to bring forth, 8 golden eggs.
So came the Games. In a country that has never had any concept of honor nor of loyalty. It was ripped out of them by the very nation's non profit corporations where this new hero came from.
From the first race, we knew something was going to happen.
The second was too close.
The third wasnt even a test,
As the fourth went without a hitch,
The fifth if judged by those paid off judges in Gymnastics would have stopped this run, but thankfully the hero does not platform dive...
By the 6th you could have felt something in the air...
It was time.
It stopped.
Because at the 7th race it seemed that the hero could warp time and space with something Gamefaqs would call, a hax. Even in hyper HD, we still couldn't tell. (Blame NBC for its 1080i equipment).
As Bobby Costas stayed at the water cube, he and all those millions at home watched, the show, the legend, the new way of life.
As Jason J. Lezack blasted his way to the finish, the doubters lost. From the teacher, now fired from that school full of shame, to the lost father now full of AIDS; to the boy who screamed bloody murder to now becoming old mens fodder - to the swimmers who tried to rip asunder, the heroes destiny in the water.
And all we have for leaders? A old man who only made it because of his wife, and a younger man who's wife seems too crazy to be first lady - and on top of these? Too many secrets. Too many half truths. Too many twists and turns for a Nation deserving better. Not to mention the pervert in the house called white - who came in BayZing (as the Chinese would say) barely getting up from off his seat, smacking the ass of a married woman, and holding the flag the wrong way.
This nation that produced this man, and also almost destroyed him - deserves better.
However, I doubt the masses of this nation wants any better. What if we did get back our country the way it was? What then? Would the nation become better or live in the same ways, never growing never changing? What if we lose as a nation our core principles? Of being a republic? A nation that has no state religion (different from the separation of church and state) and become like China is now? What if some has already given up on this nation and is wanting to become more like China, because of a perceived morality that never existed outside of losing ones own free will? Because one forgot ones panties too many times, you want to lose a chance to own your home, your place of work and place of worship?
Thats why, only a few have changed the world. Too many people want to live in a jail cell. This man, has changed the world. He may have even broken the dark wall that overwhelms China without using one gun, one bomb. He has shown the freedom is key to the imagination and without that - you will have to lie (child don't look good enough), obfuscate(SHE 16! TRUST US!), and all and all out trick (CGI Fireworks! Good as real thing!) others to show your ready to become the new Hyperpower of the world.
What Michael Fredrick Phelps did was no trick. He isn't pretty. He is oddly shaped, talks with a queer (not gay) voice - but his mind is a sharp as a talon. From 17 races over 9 days he stated he will not give in to anyone. Not even himself. And from the new NBC (read Eastern Establishment) Sports catchall phrase for epic: Superlatives - the Gaelic bred man of water is the epiphany of the words that one Robert Howard stated about Conan... "The ancient empires fall, the dark-skinned peoples fade and even the demons of antiquity gasp their last, but over all stands the Gaelic barbarian, white-skinned, cold-eyed, dominant, the supreme fighting man of the earth."
Those are not easy words to swallow. But is there anything else that can be said about what happen those nine days in that squared cube. In that area...a new era was born.
To the leaders and plunderers of our nation, he is a great person.
To the detractors he is there sadness.
But to us - those who are closer to becoming the people who are losing the will to live - he is the man that refuses to fade in the western world that has lost its nerve.
And that, above all else...
Makes him a Hero.
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