Once a cheater, always a cheater.
The news Tuesday that Lance Armstrong tried to pin the blame on his girlfriend for hitting two cars after a night of partying should come as a surprise to no one. He built a career and a lucrative cult personality out of lies, seeing the truth as something only suckers or the weak would champion.
As his fame and fortune grew, so did the stakes. The few who dared question or contradict his version of reality soon felt his wrath, and he was so determined to protect himself and the stories he’d spun that he didn’t care who he destroyed to do it.
Even when he finally did come clean about using performance-enhancing drugs, the lies having finally caught up to him, it was more about self-preservation than true remorse. His legacy was in shambles and his seven Tour de France titles had been stripped, and he was now a pariah when only a few years earlier he’d been hailed as a hero.
The only thing that could still be saved was the millions his lies had bought. So he apologized and tried to sound sincere while doing so.
But lie to yourself and the world for that long, and it becomes second nature.
Just last week, Armstrong admitted that for as “brutal” as his fall from grace has been these last few years, he’d do it all over again. And because he can’t help himself, Armstrong once again tried to excuse the lies and the deceptions, saying he was only trying to keep pace with the rest of the peloton.
He pointed to the benefits that came from his lies: the spike in business for his sponsors, the growth of cycling, the increased donations and awareness for cancer patients.
“Do we want to take it away? I don’t think anybody says ‘yes,'” Armstrong said in an interview with the BBC.
As if that makes it OK to bend and twist the truth until it’s no longer recognizable. To blur the line between right and wrong until you wonder where it was or why the distinction ever mattered in the first place.
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SOURCE: USA Today