About our enchanting and quite, in general, the predictable loss at the Olympics is written and said a lot. And about the crisis of looting, and about the coming catastrophism, and about the fact that this loss is the rehearsal of the upcoming apocalypse. I once drove in a car with the sport-radio, and there almost crying man yells to the commentator: “ You understand, their losing, it’s like amputation! Like amputation, you understand?! I haven’t taken my leg!