F*** Disco Pt.2

Obviously Mr A. had to come in to personally inject a boost of morale to his sagging team. The Robot, The Kid and The Lieutenant all received a much needed shot of encouragement from the boss himself in the penultimate stage. Or not, who knows - it could all be as predetermined as the post race crits. Will there be GC racing on the Champs tomorrow, or a sit-down strike one kilo from the line? Probably neither, as money, fear and greed have likely ensured silence from both ASO and UCI on any further controversy. The race, the sanctioning body and Tailwind Sports desperately need to sustain sponsorship next year, and despite the rantings of perceived loons like Decainio about systematic doping in Team USA, the TdF needs America to stay afloat. Who better to represent the flag than a Texan molded in the form of our great leader? And what better way to ensure that Discovery Channel is replaced with the next iconic sucker than an eighth victory? In a perfect world, they'd just give this year's golden fleece to the Lantern Rouge. Onward.