Pat McQuaid Is Finished

Somewhere in the mind of a less addled scribe is a punchline for McQuaid's new racial explanation for the doping problems... finding his inner Mel Gibson? Whatever you want to call it, the man is officially batshit cRaZy:

First off, Pat, don't make me look up statistics on Ireland's employment levels, economic growth, crime rates, etc. Somehow I don't think the Anglo-Saxon upbringing has saved his country from problems common to the Latin nations. On its face, the cultural argument is weaker than an icy cold mug of Miller Lite.

But the real point isn't his argument on its face, it's of course the notion that a person in a leadership role would so enthusiastically burn most of the biggest bridges the sport has. Poking Spain, Italy, France -- ever hear of the grand tours? -- in a manner so offensive ensures his and his allies' isolation from the three most influential Cycling nations. Maybe Belgium too; McQuaid neglected to pass judgment on their cultural merit.

In other words, he's done. You can't pull shit like this and continue to function in your job. See ya, Pat.