Great Britain, writes Dalrymple,
to its eternal disgrace, has done extremely well in the latest games. Per capita it has far outperformed the USA. By the same token, New Zealand, to its great and everlasting shame, has outperformed even it by as great a margin.
Picking up the London Guardian newspaper, which he calls the Izvestia of British liberals (liberals in the US sense), Dalrymple comes across an article that praises
the glories of central planning, in witness whereof was the success—not to say, world dominance—of the British cycling team. This was attributed to the government’s ‘investment’, in my view a criminal malversation of funds, in facilities for racing cyclists.
Let us admit for a moment, says Dalrymple,
what yet has to be proved, that the British success in this sphere was not the consequence of superior pharmacology. We may justly ask what kind of person would rejoice in such a victory for his country. Surely only a moron, though it must be admitted that such imbecility is pretty evenly spread around the globe.