Lance Armstrong’s ‘Humbling’ ride back to Wealth and Fame
January 21, 2013
We all know that even a split second appearance on the Oprah Winfrey show guarantees wealth and fame. That’s the power of untrammeled capitalism. If you mix that in with the word ‘humbling’ and a couple of sparkling crocodile tears carefully stage managed and filmed from the right angle and boy, do the sponsors start lining up.
Remember a while ago when Rupert Murdoch gave his first performance on the inquiry about the phone hacking scandal? After Mr Murdoch got down on his chair and felt comfortable enough he turned his face upwards towards the camera and announced with the sincerity of Bill Clinton’s ‘no, I did not have sex with that woman’, ‘ this is the most humble day of my life.’ Today, Rupert’s media empire is capitalized at , give and take a couple of billions, 63 billion and the sixth largest company in Australia. It would not be surprising if the word ‘Humble’ will be subject to copy-rights in the future, might even get a patent taken out on it. During the beginning of the scandal the company was hovering between 32 and 45 billion. Crime paid off handsomely and the ‘humbling experience’ certainly proved it to be for Newscorp.
I am sure Lance Armstrong’s future is now guaranteed just as much. Film rights, book rights, biographies. Boy oh boy, it’s just the beginning!
Banal confessions dripping with insincerity seems to be mainly the domain of the US. Surely, if Armstrong was sincere he would not seek an interview at the feet of the Goddess of Money and Fame, with all the world-wide fanfare and publicity that it would entail and instead lie low and hide his head in shame. He spouted again and again ‘the humbling’ of it all.
The most ‘humbling’, ‘oh, I am now under a death sentence.’ ‘I don’t deserve that’, he mumbled and humbled. The most ‘humbling’ of all times, he confessed tearfully, was the withdrawal from the Livestrong cancer foundation. Oh, seventy five million dollar a day I am now ever so humbly losing.
The foundation and original seeds of corny confessions might well have been sown some years back by Pastor Bakker and Tammy. Remember the disgraced televangelists, Jimmy and Tammy Bakker and the prostitute giving Pastor Jimmy a bit of light hand relief? The whole world was glued to their TV sets for weeks. For many years, the Bakers indulged themselves in conspicuous consumption funded by their televangelism on both land and satellite TV. No one at the time thought the glitz and glamour the Bakkers surrounding themselves with to be a bit unusual for a nonprofit organization…Jimmy was quoted as saying,” I believe if Jesus was alive today he would be on TV”. After it all came out, the tearstained confession of Jimmy Bakker on TV, would have to be one of the most bizarre events ever to have come out from the schmaltz world of American TV shows. Previous to that his “Praise the Lord” TV and Theme park in South Carolina made millions weekly. Some cynics afterwards thought that PTL always stood for “pass the Loot.”
Well, Mr Armstrong is well on the way of a comeback. The sponsors might sue him but were less shy when he was in the lime-light. Are they also giving back money made while the sponsored products were selling thanks to the fame of Lance at the time? For many years suspicion was rife but money as always speaks loudest. Who would be so silly as to upset the cart that was bringing in the loot?
I will never be able to ride on the back of ‘a humbling experience.’ It seems even more remote I will ever get an invitation to Oprah. Will you?
Tags: Bill, Clinton, Jesus, Jimmy Bakker, Lance Armstrong, Livestrong, Murdoch, NewsCorp, Rupert, Tammy Bakker Posted in Gerard Oosterman | Edit |


Is Tammy smiling or crying ? She looks a weird there…
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a bit weird
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The long and short of it is there’s just too much money in sport… any notion of, or faintest resemblence to ‘sport’ has been ruined in the process of capitalizing it!
Partly, Armstrong is the scapegoat for a system which forces people to use performance-enhancing drugs to remain competitive… So many competitors are using them these days that those who don’t have little or no chance of winning; the only real ‘sport’ involved, however, is the attempt to outwit the drug tests… which, I have been informed, is not really so difficult if you ‘cycle’ your drugs correctly and estimate correctly the time they take to get out of your system; after their effect has already given you more muscle mass, strength and speed… Then of course, there’s always the possibility of using fake pee samples, etc…
I’ve said it before, and undoubtedly I’ll be obliged to say it again more often than I’d like, but the fact is we live in a society which encourages cheats and punishes those who don’t! Armstrong was just doing what he thought was ‘necessary’ to get ahead…
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The adulation for this manipulative man Armstrong would never have happened if the majority of people realised that they do not need a hero, whether it be in sport, entertainment, politics or religion. Why do they feel a need for a hero to idolise?
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I agree, Rosie. If I needed a hero, I’d vote for the surgeon who saved FM’s life. Not some dude whose total focus was riding a fucking bicycle further and faster than everybody else – doped to the eyeballs. IDNGAS.
And the heroics of surviving testicular cancer – are equalled by over 90% of the men who get the diagnosis. According to The Australian Government’s Cancer Web site:
“Relative survival rates for testicular cancer have increased in recent years.2 Between the periods 1982–1986 and 1998–2004, five-year relative survival increased from 90.8 per cent to 96.8 per cent for men with testicular cancer in Australia”.
And the chances of a man dying from testicular cancer before the age of 85 was 1:3,712 (2007) data.
Some hero, eh ?
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We’ve had the same experience, twice now, so I agree. Bernadette’s neurosurgeon, not only stopped her from becoming paralysed, but did it through some small incisions in her lower back, and a very fine endoscope. His response to our praise was, “every surgeon should be able to do this’.
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Well, I don’t know Rosie. I am the last person to idolise many let alone sportspeople. I find a push bike a nice thing to ride but with all that sticky lycra and no underwear, it all a bit too bulgy looking, especially when they get off their bikes in a group invade the open air coffee place standing right next to me and inches away from my croissant and latte.
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Gerard: Again you have made me chuckle and that is a good thing.
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Your chuckle and those of others makes me go on and write more words. Thank you. (I am humbled)
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Agreed, Rosie… in my own estimation there is little difference between ‘heroism’ and folly… and ‘hero-worship’ is an even greater folly. And as I’ve pointed out in ‘Aesthetics of Violence’, a hero can so easily be just another scapegoat…
But any sympathy I may have for Armstrong as a scapegoat, and thus at least a partial victim, is tempered by the knowledge that he KNEW what he was doing… and he lied so often and so insistently, that he was clean! He was, to some extent, even promoted as the sport’s ‘Mr Clean’… What are the implications of not just the fact that he cheated, but the systematicity with which he cheated? What is going on in our sporting institutions?
Not that it’s a big deal for me personally… I’d rather watch a good historical movie or documentary… Or a better comedy than this level of farce!
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I agree entirely. I thought the French hated Armstrong because he won every year as well as being obnoxious. Interesting to compare his manipulative position against the lamentable fate of Marco Pantani. Lets hope Cadel Evans and Bradley Wiggins prove to be the honest role models for young, aspiring riders.
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Perhaps sport is just becoming too much like a resource. You kind of take it from ground level, dig it out and sell it to the highest bidder. I never understood why the winning was so important and often thought the slowest or the last one over the line should get the gold medal. Of course, this would slow things down but what an opportunity for introspection and questioning things. Swimmers would just peddle around engaged in the mystery of the shrinking universe of black holes, runners sit in the grass contemplating Erasmus, and hammer throwers looking for nails to hang their caps from.
We would perhaps get much more out of it and at least most would feel they were adding to the contest. I mean, with this absurd need to become first in running or swimming, so what? What happens to all the losers? Why have something that creates more losers than winners? How cruel. Who remembers the fastest runner from 1926 or the fastest back stroker of 1948? Yet we remember Gauguin, Monet, Manet, Picasso ,Virginia Woolf (We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print),Auden,Wilde, Shakespeare and countless others.
Addendum: also Sibelius and Alvar Aalto. Cezanne with L’indolente.
Sport is overrated.
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Hear, hear, Gez. Sport’s fun to do. It’s healthy if not overdone, but in the end, it’s just pretend.
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The man’s just another self absorbed media sociopath.
I would begin to believe his admissions of guilt and his claim that he feels ashamed if only he would divest himself of the many tens of millions he gained by fraud.
Indeed I don’t understand why sports sponsorship deals aren’t entirely predicated on the continuing drug free honesty of the person to whom the major benefit flows. But that’s just me.
Sadly the reality is that his sponsors didn’t care a jot whether Armstrong was clean or not, so long as his branded product was walking out of the shops. Everyone was making oodles of cash.
Now that the Armstrong brand is terminally damaged, cynics might suggest in great part because of the irresistable lure of the great big bags of cash offered by sponsors, they’ve ditched him and set their sights on the next possibility, who will no doubt be turned to the dark side and in time too will be shown to have feet of clay. In the suburbs another dream will die and the confusion and anger ratchet up another notch.
As James Griffin once put it so precisely, “Heros never fail you where Heros don’t exist.
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Such a cool and very bleak clip, GoogleH. Amazing how many words rhyme with heart. My favourites are the “hostess with the mostess – who is too polite to fart” and “existence from a distance” ….
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