Leave aside the blasphemy of the Olympics ceremony. What happened to aesthetics?

The French used to be pretty good at art, fashion, beauty. You know - the celebration of humans one would like to couple or thruple with. What was the Feast of Ugly all about at the opening ceremony?

Does anyone actually enjoy this weirdo freak bag bullshit? I mean, back in college, I was a roommate with a brilliant, hilarious, beautiful gay man. He was so appallingly gorgeous, he was bait for hot straight women which I appreciated immensely. And when we went out partying at crazy nightclubs, he was more of a beauty snob than I was. I have known a lot of gay men in my life. And lesbians. All of whom have been as physically conscious of beauty as any straight man or woman.

So who is the market for this obesely fat chick and the blue painted soft body dude? I mean, really. Entertainment is supposed to be inspiring and even - it is France - a little titillating. Add to that it is the start of the damned Olympics, featuring outstanding physical specimens of humanity at its physical peak.

So why did the opening ceremony - leaving aside the absurdly offensive blasphemy of a core image from Christianity - feature loads of fat, ugly people? What was the point? I will bet you dollars for donuts that they would never in a billion years consider doing a drag queen sendup of any scenes from the Quran. If anyone had suggested that “pushing the artistic envelope for the sake of inclusion” idea, the entire room would have screamed in fear, Charlie Hebdo!

There is some positivity coming out of this mess. The pictures here are such poor quality because the Olympic Committee after a global backlash have realized what a terrible idea this was that they have been claiming “copyright” on all these images and their lawyers are scrambling around the world trying to scrub them from the Internet.

Read a room, would you? Drag is fun and all as a type of burlesque nightclub experience, but it’s not - pay attention - a good idea for children’s story hour at the local library, nor for mocking the faith of billions of people at the opening to what is supposed to be a gathering of the nations to celebrate sport, human togetherness and international comity. Even the Communist Chinese managed to figure that out with their opening ceremony which did not include atheistic Communist denunciations of anyone’s religious beliefs.

All we ask of the Woke Clowns is that next time you try to jam your crap down our artistic gullets, could you at least make it beautiful?

I am asking on behalf of eight billon friends.

And my eyeballs.