Canadian women win gold - so celebrate dammit!

Fuck You Smelly Felli and IOC!

Reprinted from march 2010
by Seamus O'Bradaigh
And the old farts that commingle with whores, hefty expense accounts, and shady dolla-dolla- bill meanderings with wannabee host cities have deemed that the post-game celebrations on the BC Place ice by Canada's gold medal winning women's hockey team nudge rudely the accepted norms of the euro-haute-couture mini-piss-ant byzantine empire known as the IOC.
They come, they spew, they vent, and say that it's not in the spirit of the Olympic games.
Yeah?
Well fuck you bozos.
We couldn't give a rat's ass and dick what you roman nosed ersatz dunderheads think.
This is Canada.
In Canada we play hockey. And we freakin' win too!
When we win, we smoke some stogies, drink some beer, and comandeer Zambonis.
Shit!
When we lose, we drink beer, smoke stogies and drive the Zamboni to the Wendy's Drive Thru.
So shut the fuck up.

We don't want to hear the moans, groans, and haughty tones emanating from the jumped-up, bellicose, fat-ass, caviar-picking, champagne-guzzling, International Olympic Committee suits.
I'm talking to you Jacques Rogge, you trumped-up, gelatinous excuse for a lump of jiggling buffet left overs.
The IOC's executive director of the Games, Gilbert Felli, described the incident as "not what we want to see" from Olympic athletes. 
The International Hockey Federation and Canadian Olympic Committee will both be looking into the actions, and the IOC has asked them to "act accordingly."
Gilbert Felli?
Who the fuck is Gilbert Felli?
Shut the fuck up Gilbert, or we'll dig up some dirt on your fat lard ass.
Let's do that shall we?
Gilbert Felli on Google.
Gilbert was born in 1947 and he's from Switzerland.
He was a member of the Swiss Alpine ski team until 1983. He then went on to coach ice hockey ... in Switzerland.
His Wiki page stipulates that he was cut from his first hockey team. That's when he went to the alps and got his fat-ass Swiss banker father to payroll his meteoric rise to a spot on the Swiss downhill team which at the time was ranked 14th in the world.
An old news report from the Geneva Times states that Felli was removed from the team when he shit his pants during a World Cup race at the Hahnenkamm. According to the news report "Herr Felli was so distraught midway down the mountain that his bowels exploded in an excruciating projectile that split the seams on his ski suit and left a musty trail of brown right down to the base of the village in Kitzbuhel.
Felli tried to return to the Swiss team, but was never able to recover from the incident.
Some say it was because of the nickname that followed him through the rest of his racing career and still comes up in conversation today.
The nickname?
SMELLY FELLI of course.
Case closed. 
A suit with a Swiss army knife, brown underwear and a grudge. 
So Shut the fuck up Smelly Felli. 
It's Canada and we'll do what we want. Including beat you with a wet noodle and a box of Immodium if we hear another word from your overstuffed caviar-sucking maw.
Shove your tut-tuts and go back to Geneva, sit by a roaring fire and slurp up some hot cheese.
Please.
I hear it's good for diarrhea.
Both verbal and other.
And then do us all a favor.
Go take a shit.