Here’s a made up scenario:  For eight years you’ve been planning this kickass party:  costumes, props, kegs, foreign dignitaries–the whole nine yards.  The big day comes, and everything’s set to go off great.  You’re in Greece, a beautiful spring day, you have some hot actress chicks playing priests and an awesome torch.  Even France is having a good time.  But then some fucking human-rights group comes in and interrupts your big speech because–oops!–you’ve been violently suppressing dissent in Tibet and killed maybe 22 or 133 protestors.  If this scenario sounds strangely familiar: Congratulations!  You’re China, and you’re hosting the 2008 Olympic Games!