On a psychological level, I've always wondered why people always gravitate to the biggest a-hole in the room, regardless of what they've done.
Why is it that certain people want to reach out to Armstrong, especially Betsy Andreu? It seems as if closure is really important to her. She must realize by now the type of person Armstrong is. This has been cemented by the things he stated during their latest back-and-forth.
For example, he tells her how aware he is in how invested she is in the hospital room incident. He thinks this was the defining moment in her life Is that not the smarmiest, most self-centered thing he's ever said to anyone aside from calling Emma O'Reilly a prostitute? And the unmitigated gall of this slithering rat to have the nerve to say he won't meet her because he doesn't trust her?
Simon Weisenthal, the famous Nazi hunter, wrote a book called "The Sunflower". For those unfamiliar with the premise, Weisenthal recounts how he was called upon to take the confession of a dying German soldier who had participated in atrocities related to the Holocaust. The soldier was looking for forgiveness before he died, and Weisenthal left the room saying absolutely nothing to him.
This is what Armstrong deserves. He deserves no audience from any of the people he hurt and marginalized. They must realize that he doesn't care, that he never cared, and never will. I would tell Betsy and Jonathan Vaughters to move on and stop legitimizing this man's dreadful existence.
We need to move the discussion from Armstrong's psychological state to him getting his comeuppance in court from everyone that wants to sue him, from SCA to all those Livestrong donors who feel jilted by his phony life story, good people who donated money under false pretenses to a phony charity that, like Armstrong, needs to disappear.
As a personal aside, some (not all) of the most successful people I've met in life have a huge disdain for ordinary folks and others who haven't achieved the same level of success in life they have. What some of these cats I'm talking about have in common with Armstrong is an inability to get over the slights of everyday life, where the grudges they hold for not being the big man on campus in high school or not accompanying the prettiest girl to the prom made them into the angry little weasels they are today. Money and fame did not make Armstrong a bitter, vindictive, petty little man. He was always like this.
I find it disturbing that he's still able to manipulate people through the sheer force of the cult of his personality. There is no need to be scared of him anymore. He's officially a nobody who can't even take part in two-bit triathlons because of the stench of his actions. Nobody wants him anymore, yet he still thinks the cycling world can't do without his presence.
His monumental hubris was able to get him what he wanted for years, but not anymore. He is interesting now only as a side-show at your local carnival, along with the bearded lady and the pinheads.
The next time I look up will be when he finally throws Bruyneel and Dr. Ferrari under the bus. Anything outside of that is of no interest to me. And yes, I've had my fun hating on him, but he had it coming to him. He deserves to go to Hell for the manner in which he manipulated the cancer community into making him Cancer Martyr #1, and for that he will get no forgiveness from me, only silence. Betsy Andreu and Jonathan Vaughters need to do likewise, not only for cycling but for themselves.