UFC 264 and Conor McGregor’s Little Shop of Horrors

 

Conor McGregor’ Little Shop of Horrors, The Reality Behind the Conjured Facade May be Depressingly Simple. Behind the unmitigated fuckery, aided and abetted by Dana White and Joseph James Rogan, Conor McGregor’s “Little Shop of Horrors” was on full display at UFC 264 for those who had not seen it before. Pencils Sketch Copyright, iLikeWallPaper.Com Artist, iPhone Wallpapers 1125×2436 PIX.

UFC 264 revealed nothing that people with sight and insight didn’t already know about a pretender named Conor Anthony McGregor. Truth of the matter is that he was a genuine fake from day one, from the nickname “The Notorious” which belonged to Biggie Smalls through the tattoo (which appears to have been a blatant rip-off of John Mario John, a Canadian model’s tattoo design) to the Ali-esque penchant for predicting knock-out rounds. The bravado was false and the rhodomontade pure high school juvenilia.  McGregor’s antics never appealed to men with a more steely reserve or classic form of machismo; never! What the off-kilter McGregor persona fed on from day one were minds hatched in a social media/WWE hothouse. 

 

The “Feed Me” composite that simplifies what may be at the heart of the Conor McGregor Roscharch. Graphic Composite: 900×900 PIX

But beyond the unmitigated fuckery, what UFC 264 proved (once again) was that a string of dubious early wins were a set up for a monetized con – and arguably the worst thing to ever happen to fans who unfortunately flit between MMA and WWE. It was also the worst thing to happen to Conor McGregor. (Read stories of why this was so below and why McGregor’s early wins were all sus.)

And if you wanna save yourself a little time and energy,  look at what happened to Ronda Rousey and you’d “Cliff Note” the entire story because the twain are peas in a pod, …… or salt-encrusted nuts in a shell.

POINT: Both were brittle one trick ponies who crackED spectacularly under middling pressure. (Did we say crack!)

Middling you say? Yes, middling because the likes of Holly Holm, Chad Mendes, Nate Diaz and even the recently resurgent Dustin Poirier were not certified killers in the mould of say a Chuck Liddell, Anderson Silva, Cris Cyborg or even Amanda Nunes.

Conor McGregor and Ronda Rousey were WWE-style action figurines collusively promoted by Dana White and Joseph James Rogan. Nothing more. The lack of substance applied as much to their fighting skills as to their personas and, by extension, their storied public relations faux pas. Ronda’s mean-mugging schtick for a walk in was pure  WWE from day one and so was Conor’s octagonal strut – another thing he stole from WWE Honcho, Vince McMahon. Can’t make this stuff up. (Google Conor McGregor and “the Billi strut” and see what comes up.)

Think high risk and high reward on a 50/50 split, which basically defaults to gambling odds – and ya know what they say about the house and betting against it, right?

In Conor McGregor’s case, his marketing antics, camouflaged a relatively talentless blowhard who was just as unbalanced as Ronda Rousey in stressful situations. Both were fine as long as they were winning and absolute train-wrecks as soon as the facade began to crack. (Oooh, there’s that “CRACK” thingie again!) Their final days mirror each other to a “T” for this very reason. The twain were as incapable of confronting adversity as they were of facing real challengers in non-scripted or insulated situations . 

Challenges and defeats (no matter how momentary) were oft cues to start unravelling and UFC 264 was an emphatic case in point in Conor McGregor’s case, replete with Trump-like denial of reality.  The stream of garbled invective coming out McGregor’s mouth from the mat (after the leg break) was revelatory only to people who had not been paying attention – former opponent Khabib Normadomedov notably excepted. For McGregor, the desperate hour returned with neck-snapping whiplash and along with it, the collapse of any pretense of decency.  

Khabib Numagomedov (God bless his heart) gets a bit stumped when it comes to trying to describe Conor McGregor. Consequently he often defaults to Gothic/religio descriptors which are as odious as Papakhas on an Irish thug’s head.

The redacted truth may be that, like Donald Trump, Conor McGregor is not really evil in the Mephistophelian sense of the word but just a vacuous homunculus who engages in awfully hellish things. Yes, like Donald Trump, Mcgregor engages in acts devoid of recognizable humanity.

Both do horrible things because of the homunculus proportions of their manhood, hence the trademark bellicosity and constant need for reassurance and d*ck noodle strokin’. Both get really riled up when their inner midget is in danger of being exposed. These are grown men with temperaments of a chihuahua – certified ankle biters who unfortunately have the capability of inflicting real pain on people at the receiving end of their fuckery. But that said, their other threat is the demands they place on people around them. The Mephistophelian evil in their case is the effect rather than the cause, if that makes sense.

Case in point, the little monster born inside McGregor with his first “win” (or a semblance of it) had to be fed and fed, and fed often.  The problem was that the wins, ever since Jose Aldo, had been few and far in between when not fighting relative midgets or dudes he knew he could physically bully and beat. For the longest time McGregor fought relative nobodies or smaller dudes he knew he could physically bully after cutting weight to Skeletor proportions – but that said, McGregor nearly miscalculated with Chad Mendes.

What may be ailing McGregor lately is that  the one hundred mill he made sham-boxing Mayweather may perhaps be running low due to documented Ibiza habits, scandals and lawsuits that seem to be snapping at his heels like (yes) a vengeful chihuahua. Karma never loses.

The “evil” that Khabib Nomagomedov  sees in Conor may not be the cause of what he decries, but the effect of McGregor’s patented lack of real manhood multiplied by the aforementioned little-shop-of-horrors aspect.

My name is BNSG and this has been a free MMA tip.

Related Stories:

The Unbearable Lightness of Conor McGregor (Incrucible.Net)

The Conor McGregor Hype Train Exposed at UFC 189 (Incrucible.Net)

The Rise and Fall of Conor McGregor and How The Mouthy Irishman Stumbled (Incrucible.Net)

Conor McGregor Pulls a “Ronda Rousey” at UFC 202 (Incrucible.Net)

Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather, A Non-event of Epic Proportions (Incrucible.Net)

Conor McGregor and the Sycophantic Press In An Echo Chamber That Is the UFC (Incrucible.Net)

Countdown to UFC 229 and the End of the McGregor Con (Incrucible.Net)

Conor McGregor Appears to Swing at Machine Gun Kelly with His Cane During Red Carpet Ruckus at VMA Awards (People Magazine) Can’t make this “ish” up.

 

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Countdown to UFC 229 on October 6, 2018 and End of the Conor McGregor Con

The clock is ticking and Conor McGregor knows it. Yes all men are psychics  when it  counts. Conor McGregor (who pulled an unhinged Ronda Rousey act at his weigh in yesterday) knows it  the way Chris Weidman knew it before Chris’ spectacular drubbing by Luke Rockhold at  UFC 194. But don’t wait for the vacuously sophomoric Irishman to tell that to the world because he won’t …. except through a few unintended tells. Look  and pan for them like an intrepid Forty-niner  if you wanna keep the family farm.

McGregor Myth sell-by-date: October 6, 2018 which coincides with UFC 229 and Conor McGregor’s fight with Khabib Nurmagomedov a.k.a. the Hail Mary of a Headhunter vs  the Dagestani Grinder who Wrestled Bears for gym kicks as a child. Last time we checked Conor was no bear. “Conor McGregor is every bit the old Ronda Rousey (before the Holly Holm decapitation) minus the robotic vibes.” (Incrucible.Net) Photo Copyright: Michael Reaves/Getty Images

The Sideshow Must Go On: You are gonna have to pan for them tells ‘coz McGregor ain’t gonna tell ya. Reason? The Conor McGregor Sideshow must go on. Put another way, Conor has few choices but to whistle through this graveyard that has closed in on him like a malodorous fog. He is gonna whistle through the graveyard the same way Chris Weidman did prior to UFC 194. But then, come to think of  it, Weidman was telegraphing his own drubbing all over the place and we predicted it right here. McGregor is gonna be no exception.

Strategic Concession: Beyond the sophomoric-cum-high school jinks McGregor puts on, he is perfectly capable of sober risk assessment (which is something that, with the help of Dana White, has served him rather well in the UFC to date.) That side showed up just before his fight with Eddie Alvarez when one could hear McGregor tossing out phrases that could serve him well in case of a loss. It’s possible he might pull the same maneuvers here, cognizant of how his pop-cultural doppleganger, Ronda Rousey fell and did so on  stage that was high and lifted up.

Ice-cold Tyron Woodley Throw-down to Conor McGregor: “I walk around at 202lbs. You fought featherweights in your life before.” Tyron Woodley dismissing  presumption of  a Conor McGregor Challenge, YouTube 6:48“

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Conor McGregor and the Sycophantic Press in the Echo-chamber that is the UFC: A Gratis Explication

If you wanna know why MMA journalism (or what passes for it in this echo chamber) rarely rises above WWE jingoism, look no further than the incredulous performance of the ostensibly credentialed crew at the UFC 200 presser in Las Vegas on April 22, 2016. Led by Ariel Helwani, the conflicted but usually level-headed parser of all things MMA, they performed more like the cheer-leading squad of the Brother Conor  Travelin’ Salvation Show than impartial analyzers of the realm.  (Cue Neil Diamond if ya dare.) If Ariel Helwani wants to become the Baba Wawa of MMA-wood, it won’t take him much longer to metamorphose. To wit, far from being an impartial journalist, Helwani sounded like a man who suffers pubescent palpitations  every time Conor’s name enters the c̶o̶n̶v̶e̶r̶s̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶  room. (And to be fair, Joe Rogan sidekick, Brendan Schaub, suffered from the same affliction for the longest time down parting his slicked back hair like Conor in the lead-up to the Mayweather fight. Go back and at footage of the pressers if you doubt this.) Listen to the entire presser from the time Ariel arrives about 7 minutes late, to the time an exasperated Dana shuts him down:

Actual Youtube Link:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCsNAye8AdY

Ariel Helwani as “The Dean”, no …. make that “The Baba Wawa of MMA journalism”, or what passes for it. There is hard, and there is soft. In most mano-a-mano settings Ariel defaults towards the soft, à la Barbara Walters. (Photo © David Becker/Getty Images)

The fixation displayed by Ariel  and the motley crew of wanna-be journalists (sans a countervailing sense of how McGregor and the UFC got to this point) was astounding to say the least. And no less astounding was Dana White’s sufferance of Ariel & The McGregor Nut-Huggers ….. The latter being a great name, BTW, for an itinerant band of sycophantic inksters. The Dana of old would have, after the second or third  wave of perseverative badgering,  told them to go f*ck themselves, or better still get a room in Iceland ….. with lots of rubber, lube and gas-station-dick-pills.

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Conor McGregor vs Floyd Mayweather: A Non-event of Monumental Proportions

“Picture this in ya mind’s eye if ya will. It’s Sunday mornin’ ….. August 27th, and ya roll outa bed after a late night of hoopin’ ‘n hollerin’ at the Tee-Vee.  It’s the mornin’ after Mcgregor ‘n Mayweather down in Vegas. I’ll tell ya how y’all be  feelin’ on that mornin’.

A deep funk. Yep, a deep funk is what y’all be feelin’. A deep funk an’ a headache from a hangover of a fight that was hooped ‘n hyped to high heaven  without ever provin’ a darn thang”

If this feels like ‘de-ja-view’ all over again, it’s because we bin here before chillun. Down this road with the same ol’ same ol’ slick fellas with them hands in y’alls pockets.  Where ya wallet at? ….. Son.

‘Member Floyd an’ Paquiao ….. or Conor an’ Nate Hit Me-Mo Diaz?”

‘Course y’alls do.

But is it gonna change a thang?

‘Course not. ‘Coz that’s not how ya wittle mindz work ….. an’ besides, none o’ yalls gotta a damn life.

Good ol’ Barnum an’ Ed Mark’em McMahon figgered y’all out money, money years ago; figgered you’ll spend money on fellas whose records are more curated than the goo’ ol’ Smithsonian.” [Shakin’ head] (Uncle G holdin’ forth likan O.G., Dateline: Camp Granada, 2017)

Shim meet Sham ….. Or is it Flim meet Flam?: McGregor vs Mayweather is what happens when a side-cum-freak show is elevated to top billing status. In craft keg-ology, they call it the problem of too much head and no body.  BNSG, Incrucible.Net

LONG & SHORT OF IT: Conor Mcgregor vs Floy Mayweather is what happens when a sideshow is elevated to top billing status. And the trend that this represents (in the era William Morris Endeavor(WME), International Management Group(IMG) and OPM (Other People’s Money), is proof positive that the UFC, has unarguably fallen off the deep end. And it more than portends that what fans (and by this I mean MMA true believers) can expect from now own is gonna be patently indistinguishable from the frothy fare Ed McMahon has been serving pubescent WWE fandom for years.

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McGregor vs Nate Diaz @ UFC 202: Wrong Prediction + Post Mortem Update After McGregor Mauls Diaz

Friday, August 19, 2016: Short of irregularities, seen and unseen, Conor McGregor is about to get murked, no, make that Mau Mau-ed by Nate Diaz. Again. Very few ifs, ands or buts. The set up is complete and almost solid as a rock. Yes, money talks but there seems to be something larger at work here, and the Diaz brothers have never been known to be shady shysters or company pets. And Conor on the other side of this nebulous equation, has alienated almost everyone save the febrile nuthuggers that constitute the majority of his fanbase. (Irish fans are exempt on account of green.)

Nate Diaz Ahead of UFC 202: This time it’s personal.

LI’L TELL-TALE: Nate will not default to Jiu-jitsu as a master choice of weaponry in this fight: no, this thing, like a crime of passion, is gonna be an  up-close-and-personal-cum-good ol’ fashioned street beat-down.

Reason? – The younger of the Diaz roost has a thing or two to prove to the mouthy Irishman.

PREDICTION: When not b*tch-slapping Conor around the ring, Nate will be standing in front of him and daring him to “come to Poppa”.

Then after the sweat, the blood,
And after the blood, the man-beast
Once called “The Incredible Hulk”
Sporting flashes of red, white & blue
Sez the king

Y’all don’t believe me. Watch. Then after the slaughterhouse, “come to poppa” …….. and, yes, kiss the ring.

BNSG channeling Michel De like a mother.

G’night y’all.

G’night.

Sunday, August 21, 2016: SOBER (Or Sobered Up) POST MORTEM OF UFC 202. A.K.A. The Bitter Morning After Pill:

The long and the short of UFC 202: Nate Diaz strategically under-performed last night ….. if that is what it was. We will break it down starting with the strategic aspect: There appeared to be none. Nate was free-styling on the remix. McGregor’s  kicking of the lead right leg (a well known counter to a heavy lead foot, which in this case was the right one): Had this been discussed in camp, and if so, what was the counter to McGregor’s counter? We ask because there was zero evidence of this in anticipation and or counter-execution on the part of Nate Dias. And yes, in terms of performance, Nate never really got out of the gate so to speak. His fight plan, in execution, hewed to the hackneyed slow starter model with some signs of life towards the end of round 2 and in round 3. But hanging all over this like an ominous cloud, was the failure to adjust to a clearly manifest unfolding of McGregor’s fight plan. Zero, zilch, nada. While you are at it, put that one down to a failure  of either coaching, cornering and or listening.

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Conor McGregor Pulls a “Ronda Rousey” at Pre-UFC 202 Presser: Anatomy of a Loud Mouth Under Terminal Stress

The UFC 2002 presser at the MGM Grand wasn’t supposed to end like this, but it did, with Conor McGregor pulling a Ronda Rousey of an over-reaction. Pic: Youtube/UFC

The UFC 202 presser at the MGM was supposed to go according script on Wednesday, August 18, 2016: Conor McGregor’s script that is, but the Irishman made a few mistakes that came back to bite him in be-jeaned derriere:

1. First, the biggest and most obvious f*ck-up; Conor picked the wrong opponent: a Stockton mofo badboy, who with truculent big brother Nick, eat challengers for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The mean streets of Dublin may be mean, but Stockton’s are probably meaner, with a gnarly grit that is sui generically American …. and unapologetically urban. Diaz’s streets brook no space for  pony-tailed “movement gurus” who seem more at home with dance, gymnastics and touchy-feely world Oprah Winfrey than boxing gyms and BJJ mats. So when Nate went after Ido Portal as  a “pony-tailed weirdo”, he was cutting to the chase of what separated him from Conor, and it cut to the bone. Watch how Conor squirms, stutters and stammers reflexive interjections  everytime Nate brings up Portal’s name. The “weirdo” tag (as shorthand) a signature cudgel, a bat with all the nicks and dings of the streets that gave form to Nate and his brother Nick.
2.  Second, McGregor tried to double down on the same frothy trash talking which got him nowhere the first time with a mugger who, beyond nervy fists, had proved himself superlatively fluent in GRUNT – the testestorone-inflected language of latter day cavemen. Where McGregor reeled off lines that sounded shrill and rehearsed, Nate emitted a grunts which ridiculed McGregor’s frothy prattle and essentially questioned the size of his balls when it came to the thing that mattered most: winning. And where McGregor’s quips sounded like they were emanating from his throat, Diaz’s sounded like they were reverberating from below the vestibular membrane. The Diaz tack ripped out McGregor’s scaffolding and exposed the sham behind the scam that has been “The Conor McGregor Show” from day one: “You have been fighting midgets all along”, was Diaz’s damning refrain. FACT 1 : McGregor is a big  dude who cuts weight to within inches of his life to fight at the 145 lb Featherweight Division. FACT 2: McGregor looks like death warmed over when he shows up for the featherweight  weigh-ins, which is probably  one of the reason why he is trying to abscond to the 155 or 170 lb divisions.
   

   Skeletor of the Octagon: Haggard face of one Conor Anthony McGregor at 145lbs, like death warmed over …..  Lens don’t lie. QED

3. Third, McGregor picked an unoriginal stunt, trying to hold the party up, to get at both the UFC and Nate Diaz but the rough-necks from Stockton wouldn’t  have none of it. The  faux-pas which showed just how much out of his element McGregor was with the  Diaz brothers.

AND THEN THE BIG, BIG REVEAL, which was just how taut and frazzled Conor McGregor was when he walked into that press conference. In poker they call it the tell. Here were the observable signs of it, not in any particular order:

• Talking too fast: Check. When McGregor came into that press conference almost 30 minutes late, he wasn’t relaxed and or grounded at all. The old quips about the event being “The (old) Mcgregor Show”, given Nate’s win and growing presence, just did not resonate.
• Nervously chewing on a bubble-gum stick like it was his last before a firing squad: Check
• Blinking a tad too fast: Check. Seemed like McGregor had a pesky Nate in his eye.
• Losin’ it and lapsing into a fevered Irish patois when the Diaz brothers started flipping him: Check. See the video.
• And pulling a Ronda Rousey when she pushed Holly Holm’s hand down at the UFC 193  weigh-in stare-down: Big fat check. See vid below. McGregor’s whole water bottle thing, as was the case with Ronda, was the outcome of a high-strung sensibility. With minimal provocation, Ronda went off like a powder keg. Ditto McGregor,  from the initial verbal taunting by the Diaz brothers to the first water bottle that seemed to have been thrown by Nate Diaz. What the Diaz brothers did was to trigger Conor in a game they play better than Conor ever will. The look was not good for Conor,  besides showing  him up for how frazzled he was ahead of the do-or-die UFC 202.

• http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGA_hYE9fpI

Ronda Rousey and Holly Holm at the UFC 193 weigh-in stare down: The mind frame parallels are striking with what happened with Conor McGregor & Nate Diaz at the pre-UFC 202 presser. Pic: EPA

BNSG on the MMA tip.

 

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The Rise & Fall of Conor McGregor: UFC 200 and the Cautionary Tale of How the Mouthy Irishman Stumbled

If you had been paying attention, Conor McGregor’s  pre-UFC 200 stumble shouldn’t have surprised you. The man, with the enabling cahoots of the UFC, had been running a self-promotional con inside a scam all wrapped up inside a sham since day one; the sham of a two-bit slugger who one day woke up thinking he was Mohammad Ali and then faked his way (tin-can fight after tin-can fight) till he started believin’ his own hype to the point of challenging muggers & sluggers divisions above his own; the same muggers and sluggers who finally proved his undoing. (Junior journos, don’t try this at home).

Max Holloway showed McGregor up and Chad Mendez set him up for what turned out to be ground version of the Stockton Slap.

Could this be the proverbial case of a moonshiner getting sozzled on ‘im own moonshine ?…. or the sequela of all that tatoo ink findin’ its way to Conor’s brain? Hold the thought, hold the thought ….. along with the one about that ballyhooed  “McGregor Belt”. ‘Member that one? “Shore” you do, shore you do.

Conor McGregor out of UFC 200 – The monumental fumble before the tumble. Is all that ink getting to his head?

I am loathe to waste “ink” on undeserving posers like Conor McGregor. The pithy take on why the Irish blowhard has been grossly over-rated from day one, and why his brand of hoopla is unsustainable, can be found here:

1. “The Conor McGregor Hype Train Exposed at UFC 198” and here
2. “The Unbearable Lightness of Conor McGregor (Or His Act, If That Sounds More Charitable)“

The wrestler who, until the Diaz drubbing, called Conor McGregor the luckiest fighter in the world wasn’t far from the truth. Some of us had already hazarded predictions which are resonating  with eerie prescience.

“And I’ll show you fear in a handful of dust.” T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland

LYSIS: At the heart of Conor’s resignation drama was a persona which had just been knocked off kilter by hard times that were not supposed to be part of the script …. the self-written script. Losing to a stoner who flies in from a Cabo  will do that to ya. And realizing that the illusion one had scrupulously cultivated was about to come crumbling down, can unhinge a fella, especially one who was already looking unhinged.

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Conor McGregor, Jose Aldo and the Elevation of Fluff Over Stuff at UFC 194

Call it a truism …. or incontrovertible no-brainer; Weidman vs Rockhold is the real headliner of  UFC 194, no ifs ands or buts. McGregor vs Aldo as a historic matchup is as shameless and egregious a case of inverted spectacle as any  ….. the elevation of fluff over stuff, and froth over auth, all in the name of the almighty dollar, which is fine as far as that goes, but let’s not pretend to call it anything other than what it is, namely a Vince Mahonesque stunt.

If you don’t think Weidman vs Rockhold is the true headliner of UFC 194, you are no true fan of the sport. The McGregor part of McGregor vs Aldo, belongs in the pro wrestling  world of Vince McMahon. Poster: UFC/Zuffa

To the contrary, Weidman vs Rockhold represents everything McGregor  vs Aldo ain’t, that is an epic clash of muggers at the top of their game, to wit, the best MMA has to offer in the upper classes of the sport. Yes, I said sport and that word contains within its essence the burnish of spectacle and not the other way around which is ipso facto, the definition of inversion.

The ho-house aspect of the UFC will not end with Conor McGregor vs Jose Aldo, not by a long shot, but it behooves true fans of the sport to call it like it is. So with that said, lets look at this card, starting from the top, which means Weidman vs Rockhold.

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The Conor McGregor Hype Train Exposed at UFC 189

And McGregor, like Jesus, cried. Revealing snapshot of Conor McGregor at UFC 189.  Credit – AP, John Locher 07-11-15

The significant moments of UFC 189 have now slipped into relative oblivion, buried by the eruption of Irish fans as Herb dean waved off the assault of a mounted slugger pounding on a cowering opponent, a scant 3 seconds before the end of round 2. Yes, three seconds. The rest is now the stuff of new-fangled legend born of recycled bombast and the roar of Irish fans who had just had a “Near Death Experience” in the moments preceding.

The slugger was Conor Anthony McGregor, a 145lb carpetbagger who has conned a bunch of Irish fans into believing that he is the realest thing since corned beef – which would be fine & dandy if he really was. Gratis Tip; he is not; and to that end a few unscripted moments slipped through the facade of McGregor as the  “Celtic Warrior” who also happens to be the second coming of Kung Fu. Here they are, not in any particular order:

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The Unbearable Lightness of Conor McGregor (Or His Act, If That Sounds More Charitable)

The problem with sudden inflation, whether one is talking of the cosmic big bang or “monetary quantitative easing”, is that it’s not sustainable. Never has and never will be. Either event creates froth which people don’t normally associate with substance – which in a circuitous way brings us to the subject of one Conor McGregor, the freshly minted UFC wunderkind and Dana White prodigy, now slated to fight Featherweight Champion, Jose Aldo in the summer of 2015.

The unbearable lightness of Conor McGregor: Warrior, social clod and shrill-motormouth, casting couch drama queen or a bum who woke up at the Holiday Inn Express? How about flipping a “fookin'” coin mate? (Picture: Paul Mohan, Sportsfile)

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