Most people would rather believe in fiction than facts, which is just fine for the fairy tale that is professional sport and not just professional cycling. Most people have exchanged the fairy tale for the truth in sport, because its more congenial to their disingenuous and wholesome word view and to do otherwise would be too upsetting. Whereas anti-doping has always been a perverse sham that was set up merely to safeguard the investments of the unscrupulous sponsors, who only think of their business image, profit margins and clients, as well as to appease a hypocritical and moralistic public into making them believe the federations are actually doing something about the problem, are really concerned about the health and wellbeing of the athletes in a fake display of ethical cause they themselves trounce upon daily in promting and orchestrating the most malign of human environments. Children always delighted in the spectacle of sport, which at first seems like a fairy tale, undoubtedly the most beautiful one they knew. And for the grown-ups it was a lifelong spectacle, the only one they knew. But the fairy tale and the spectacle have between them perverted and destroyed all that’s natural in athletics through doping. Using the fairy tale for children and the spectacle for adults, the sponsors and federations pursue a single aim, the total seduction of all who fall into their clutches. It uses the fairy tale and the spectacle to bend them to their will, to extinguish them as human beings, to turn them into unthinking sport addicts who have no critical mindset of their own and whom they insolently call the fans.
Doping falsifies everything, everything is made unnatural and ultimately ridiculous. Doping reveals only a single grotesque or comic athletic moment, I thought, not the person as he or she really was more or less all his or her life. Doping is a perverse and treacherous falsification. Every doper—whoever used peds, whoever performed on them—is a gross violation of human dignity, a monstrous falsification of nature, a base insult to humanity. On the other hand, I have found dopers immensely characteristic of humanity. That’s how it really is, I thought—or has been till now: unscrupulous, corrupt, vainglorious, egocentric, treacherous, mendacious, dissimulating, base, rotten at the core. Contrary to popular perception dopers don’t represent an enhanced and possibly idealized image of humanity, however grotesque and repulsive, but a true and genuine likeness of how it really is—or at least has always been until now, I said, correcting myself again. I do not feel in the least ashamed of this thought. Indeed if I continue to follow professional cycling at all, its precisely because I’d never have put up with falsifications but tolerated only true and genuine likenesses, however unnatural and ultimately farcical. Though, in principle, I would never condone doping, because it has irrevocably falsified and corrupted sport to say nothing of the omertà it promotes. We no longer have natural athletes, only artificial ones. Even in the remotest villages of the Alpine valleys you won’t find natural athletes anymore, only artificial athletes. And it is self-evident that an artificial athlete invariably gives rise to another, which goes on to procreate another. As a result we now have only artificial athletes, not natural athletes. It’s a fallacy to call athletes natural, for none of them is. What we now have is the artificial athlete, and we’re alarmed when we come across a natural athlete again, because it’s something we’re not prepared for, because for so long we’ve been confronted only with artificial athletes, who’ve been ruling the sports world for ages, a world that no longer ceased to be a natural world long ago and is now thoroughly artificial, you see, an artificial world. Nothing is natural anymore, I thought. We start from the premise that everything is natural, but that’s a fallacy. Everything is artificial, everything is artifice. Nature in sport no longer exists. We always start from the contemplation of nature, when for ages we should have been starting from the contemplation of artifice. That’s why everything’s so chaotic. So false. So desperately confused. Where there's no nature there can be no contemplation of nature, you see—that must be obvious.