Now that the Olympics dog and pony show is over, the cameras are gone, and the commies got their phony message out, the Olympic park is opened to riff-raff like me. My buddy Yang Jun showed me around the other day. I admired the tower, but he poo-poo'ed my accolades on based on the price of the damn thing. While I do agree that the money could have been spent better elsewhere (like providing heat or fresh drinking water to Chinese people), what's wrong with a nice tower? As I pointed out, how many nice towers could we have gotten for all the money that got spent in Iraq? Probably one in every US city, was Jun's estimate. Another interesting thing we noticed was that the signs have three languages, Chinese, English, and French. French? I said. Why? (Sorry, Mom, but really...) Could it be that IOC president Jacques Rogge is Belgian? Can there be any more shameless example of blatant ass kissing? You can almost smell the shit on the collective nose of BOCOG. Anyhooo, I diverge.
The park itself is very striking. (Jun claims it was designed by American landscape architects. Why don't we get nice parks?) Here are some photos.
The main promenade by day. I just love those lights.
The promenade by night.
The tower. I don't care how much it cost, it looks fucking cool!
Rubberneckers at the Bird's Nest.
I love this statue. I'm not sure what it means to balance a sailboat on the leg of a humanoid with no arms, but I generated some amusement of the onlookers by mimicking this bizarre pose. And it makes for a great photo!