The Olympics Are Racist

We were watching gymnastics. Women's vault. Final.

and the announcer said something along the lines of,

"This young lady is from Romania, so she MUST be considered a favorite for GOLD..."

I quickly mused to my Old Lady, "That's pretty racist."

The moral/point of this less-than-half-serious story is:

2012 London Olympics have left me not with an overwhelming American pride,

rather an overwhelming inspiration from humans everywhere. Human Americans just as much as the humans from parts of the world that I never knew existed.

and also that Countries are arbitrary boundaries, invisible lines

and that we transcend that. Humans.* Being competitive. Playing epic games.

Every country seems pretty darn cool. In a bunch of ways.
and every country is probably fucked up. In ways I'll never even fully grasp.

It's hokey, but we're all in this Together, no matter how you slice it.

*I get the same feeling from season 2 of Falling Skies