And what do I get out of this? A whacking increase in my Council Tax to pay for these bloated bent herberts to swan about on privatised roads as they count the wads of notes in their brown envelopes, massive disruption and inconvenience on a titanic scale and streets obstructed with the ten thousand poxed Lithuanian tarts it's estimated will be needed to service this IOC fartfest as they pout like Pollack to attract the trade of the five thousand Polish event stewards.
And as armed police hold the population of London back on side streets to allow the Zil convoys to race through with motorcycle outriders, sirens and lights, no doubt the eleven thousand Romanian pickpockets and bag-snatchers imported specially for the Olympics will extract a further toll from the long-suffering population and the streets of Timisoara will soon echo to the sounds of London rap ringtones.
It won't be long before Theresa May announces the construction of a special Olympic detention camp where offenders who stray into the Zil lanes can be held, or where those seized by the Olympic Logo Police for wearing clothing bearing brand names or logos other than those of the official sponsors can be held and charged with the new offence of Ambush Marketing.
A curse on all their heads.