Say it ain't so, Lance

  I watched tonight's interview on the continuing case of Lance Armstrong.  He has struck so much fear into the hearts of brave men, and is evidently the epitome of such evil that I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight.  Reporters have been commenting on his cold gray eyes, but he can't really help that, can he.  My thought is that since he battled cancer so ferociously, which had taken hold in his brain, that he has come to consider himself different from other people.  He fought a  horrific enemy on a battleground  that has no rules, only his own determination to use all his strength and resources to save his life. Little wonder he has come to rely on his own sense of self to push himself to superhuman levels in order to overcome the  malignant foe who so often succeeds where the best treatments and experts fail.  After being poisoned by toxic doses of chemotherapy, what are a few more drugs.  And who was there for him besides himself.  Even in the event that he was surrounded by others during his diagnosis and treatment, cancer brings isolation to all afflicted.  So carry on, Lance; it was good of you to create and support Livestrong.  But I could have told you not to make a public confession; you should have gone to a confessional box where all sins go untold.  Public flagellation is never enough.