word is rippling out that a certain local administrative affiliate of the national sanctioning body of cycling has gone and found itself a webmaster. if you close your eyes, you can probably picture the scene that precipitated this. sitting around some gigantic table in deeply cushioned chairs, they enjoy canapes and brandys. their normal expressions; the wry and cynical smile that only comes from the smug and wealthy, the blankness that comes from detachment, the carelessness and inattentiveness of the unaccountable, it has now somehow twisted itself into discomfort. well, as much discomfort as can possibly be expressed by these people. "THERE'S A REVOLUTION AFOOT" they bellow.
while they sat around on huge piles of cash, the cyclists and citizens oppressed by their brutal yoke have tired of their servitude. they have organized and rallied around the great and glorious cause. they have been encouraging people to ride and then to race. this movement, from the ground up, threatens the very basis for organized cycling. will the gravy train run off the rails? they hope the answer is no, but brothers and sisters, citizens and cyclists, we know better.
this is a last desperate measure on their part. they are attemtping to develop a communications operation like ours but it won't work: a day late and a ruble short. their days of reclining while casually indulging in the finer things and tossing bon mots back and forth are over.
the revoluton has arrived.
the supreme revolutionary council for propogation of message has prepared some new graphics to help you better understand the important differences between how mabra continues to treat racers like serfs on their land versus how the racing union seeks to liberate bicycle racing and bicycle riders.
racing union!! boldest and brightest. beacon to all who labor on two wheels. the banner which all cyclists and citizens rally. hope for all those who ride, inspiration for those who seek an end to the dominance of the four wheeled hegemon. union!! da!!
mabra. unaccountable tyranny, organizational despot, bitter oligarch, wringing the last few rubles from our pockets in a joyless and mechanical fashion. an organization that now pretends at supporting the cyclists and seeks to provide a messenging platform. clutching to it's own pretensions it's sense of self importance, the myth it has created of it's own relevence, but ultimately doomed to the dustbins of cycling history.
the time is now. citizens and cyclists, heed the word. rally to the banner. union! da! union! da!