Wiggins Takes on All of the Dopes on the Left

The Left is not comfortable with anyone’s success.

They hate capitalism and the business of living. The Left undermines initiative and personal responsibility and is critical of Judeo-Christian ethics and morals. The Left spits on the foundational principles of Americanism such as individual liberty and rewarding imagination, initiative and personal sacrifice. The Left even blames the industrious for overheating the globe. The productive sometimes let us know what they think about society’s gadflies–i.e., all of the politically correct liberal fascists on the Left who demand what they want and provide nothing in return except their ideas on what the rest of us shall have and what we can do and how we shall live.

Honestly, they’re just fucking wankers. I can’t be doing with people like that. It justifies their own bone idleness … because they can’t ever imagine applying themselves to anything in their lives. And it’s easy for them to sit under a pseudonym on Twitter and write that kind of shit rather than get off their arses and apply themselves and work hard at something and achieve something. ~Bradley Wiggins (Team Sky leader defending the yellow jersey at the end of Stage 8 of the 2012 Tour de France takes on all of the dopes on the Left who try to diminish his success as due to drugs)

[Update: With the July 22nd sprint to the finish of stage 21 by Mark Cavendish — concluding the final stage of the 2012 Tour de France — Bradley Wiggins who lead the Tour from stage 7 became the first Briton to win the Yellow Jersey]

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Hot World Syndrome—fear of a hotter, more intimidating world than it actually is prompting a desire for more protection than is warranted by any actual threat. A Chance Meeting– We toured south along the Bicentennial Bike Trail in the Summer of 1980, working up appetites covering ~70 miles per day and staying at hiker/biker campgrounds at night along the Oregon/California coast (they were 50¢ a day at that time). The day's ride over, and after setting up tents, hitting the showers, and making a run to a close-by store, it was time to relax. The third in our little bicycle tour group, Tom, was about 30 yards away conversing with another knot of riders and treating himself to an entire cheesecake for dinner. He probably figured Jim and I would joke about what a pig he was eating that whole pie and decided to eat among strangers. Three hours later after sharing stories and remarking on a few coincidences that turned up here and there, Tom and one of the former strangers realized they were cousins, meeting in this most unlikely place for the first time. ~Mac
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