Who cares about the Rugby World Cup?

It appears that last night, or this morning, or some time in the last 24 hours, New Zealand was granted the right to host the Rugby World Cup in 2011. That's right, six years from now! From the moment we turned on the radio, at 05.00, well, from the first news bulletin at 06.00, I've heard on NZ radio, about nothing else. I have heard men insisting that the whole country cares deeply about the game. That we are all obsessed with it. That this is the greatest day for New Zealand in the whole of the last 100 years. That rugby is the most popular game in the world.
Needless to say, none of that is true. I have noticed that the more educated, and the more intelligent a New Zealander is, the less interest he or she has in rugby. Rugby players are smelly, no-neck, knuckle-dragging, drunk-driving losers.
That Sheik Al-Maktoum has said that we will be able to host the A1 GP if we build a suitable circuit, is of much more moment. (Still not vitally important, but.)
What is vitally important? That the Americans (foolishly) admitted that they did use White Phosphorus in Fallujah last year. That George W Bush is losing some of his lustre. That the madness of King George the W., the Chimp in Charge, might be losing its thrall over the world. Maybe.
Regarding the white phosphorus, look at this truly excellent article in Daily Kos.
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2005/11/9/174518/797
This splendidly skewers arguments in favour of this barbarity.
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