Olympic Plausibly Deniably Edgepeasants

Edgelords do not seek plausible deniability.

The Olympics opened with something that looks, smells and feels like a queer parody of the Last Supper.

Akshually guys will say “it’s a Dionysian feast, so don’t be so offended”. This is obvious nonsense. The author is dead, burried 666 feet under and their clarifications cannot be heard and should not be heard. This artist created for the masses. The masses do not know how to spell Dionyses - and neither do I or you - since if you had not noticed the spelling error.

Another breed of akshually guys will say “look at these thousands of other Last Supper parodies”. Somehow polemics mastermind was lead to believe that the precedence of a punk band album cover or a Simpsons episode somehow provides remission to any the biggest largest greatest opening ceremony of a the internationalest ceremonialest and officialest European event of this decade.

Then there is another breed, the art guy. This little splurt of intellectual onanism has once overheard two art chicks talk about “Duchamp’s Urinal” and interrupted them to tell them that the title was “Fountain”. They fled in disgust but he thought they withdrew because he humiliated them intellectually. This expensively educated midwit will proclaim “it is art!”, somehow hoping that his audience will not notice the an intellectual aerobatics from “it is art” to “art should be free from moral criticism”. What is fascinating with this specimen is that he, in all honesty, thinks that by being a fighter for the freedom of expression (he’s also in favour of banning swastika tattoos), he somehow can virtue signal his way into the inner circle of spliff sharing bobos and thereby side with the right side of history.

If you think you’re edgy because you’re doing something that mocks Christianity then think again. Try something truly edgy, like Quran burning and so so without seeking some lame plausible deniability claiming ‘it was not the Quran but instead an Arabic phone book and the guy who looks like the prophet is actually Mo from next door (he’s gay)”. No brownie points for that.