Armstrong

I will start by saying I have never liked the public persona of Lance Armstrong. Two male communities in which I have traveled, AIDS survivors and cancer survivors, adopted Armstrong as an adorable icon. I never trusted the man's machismo. 

Yellow elastic bands have made Armstrong a fortune with which he will buy his free card to avoid any significant pain from law suits and felony charges for perjury. When I see a yellow band on a young male wrist here in the city, I wonder if the bearer would also make a good Nazi. This reverie developed from the vicious verbal attacks I have suffered for simply mentioning my mistrust of Armstrong in certain groups of Armstrong groupies.

This man is a profiteer, a user, a liar, a predator...the ultimate spawn of Reaganism. He is the perfect Libertarian. He is the perfect Tea Party icon. 

I will not be satisfied that Armstrong is telling the truth about his life until he drops his Spandex on TV and proves to us that he had the cancer that he has spun into a media career. It is more likely we will see him cutting paper dolls for cash with Martha Stewart.