At last I’ve understood why some sustain “there is no ethics without faith.” Lance A., kept within the comfort of his millions, was able to explain ethical arguments that were so specious as to make even the mentally sound the most fervent believer. The faith in the public, the absence of tears, the announcement of purification, the Gods who hold the reins of destiny, the perception (as if physic) that the horizon beckons well and, in short, the legal complexity, seems to recall another Golgotha. Complete with the agonizing question, “Why me?,” which the Nazarene , so modestly (he didn’t read all this ****), asked the Almighty.
A banal atheist like me, even if I wanted to face an accusation like this, would only be capable of formulating the following question: did I or did I not do the huge ****-up they accuse me of? I’m sure you understand that mine is a basic ethic, even rudimentary. 2000 years of legal posturing, founded upon a relationship between wealth and its power more intricate than Kama sutra, gives to those such as Armstrong a considerable advantage. Thier ethical performance, we, can only dream of.