4.5 Years ago I posted, “Football is stupid and boring; a true testament of American character!” on these pages. I’m feeling a bit redeemed…

 

The NFL is a joke.  It has been a progressively worsening joke for the past 20 years.  And as its 2017 implosion gains anti-momentum, Americans of a reasonable nature will come to realize the NFL represents an alien culture that shares no kinship with Americana.

 

In fact, the NFL only represents purely antithetical values to what this country represents. The NFL represents myopic moneyed interests serving an elite class of scumbags who act as if their cultural relevance is more important than the country that has afforded them the opportunity.

 

 

 

In that vein, this is my post which first appeared on February 3, 2013.  Football as an anti-American scourge;  a tool destroying the heart of America.

 

 

I certainly can’t remember a day in my life when I actually liked football. I’ve never cared for the game.

 

Now, I haven’t always had an aversion to sports. Baseball was the sport of my youth. I played in Little League and dived into the sport with all the statistics-minded abandon of a modern-day fantasy-footballer during my teen years. Even as a youngster, I recall many nights lying in bed after the lights were out while I listened intently to Vin Scully announce the Dodger home game while the buzz of the crowd framed the tinny sound emitting from my clock radio. Much of my youth was intertwined with the fate of the Dodgers, with their glories and defeats. The concept of competition and athleticism did not offend or bore me. Later, in my 20s I also became a hockey fan and pledged my allegiance to the L.A. Kings. Who couldn’t love the Miracle on Ice? That was what sports should be…in my mind.

 

But football absolutely bored the hell out of me. As a boy, I succumbed to the popular illusion to football as the ultimate focal point of all the fake male bravado that Americans eat up like armchair pansies. I tried my best to learn about football, to learn the rules and follow the weekly games, but I simply did not have it in me to do this.

 

Football was not for me.

 

Much of my family liked football, of the professional and college variety, and during the autumn holidays it was inevitable that a group of male relatives would gather loudly around the television in complete disregard of the parallel family events at hand, but I would venture as far away from the televised gridiron mayhem as possible. It’s not that I enjoyed the family events. I simply hated the football spectacle even more than listening to all my female relatives prattle on incessantly about stupid bullshit. In fact, I frequently found myself outside where I could stare at the sky or the trees, neither of which preoccupied themselves with boy’s games or girl’s stories.

 

I went anywhere I could find that didn’t involve men in helmets and tight shiny pants, running around in spurts of 4-second action. Boring. At such a young age, my sense of self was not cemented and I believed something must be wrong with me for not liking football. Football was what men liked. Men acted simple and masculine when football was present. Manhood seemed to regress before my eyes when the stupid game was at hand. They were loud and moronic sheep as the game clock counted down the inexorable fits of “action.” I never summoned the ability to sink to that level.

 

Hey man, I tried my best to like football. I tried desperately to integrate into in my manly arsenal. If I could just bring myself to like football, I would be like all the men I knew, lumbering simpletons mesmerized by the oval pig-skinned chicanery. But no matter how I tried, it never came to me. The spell of football missed me every time.

 

There came a point in my life where I was able to surmount the pinnacle of self-empowered maturity and see with clarity the idiocy of our American cultural lie which could ever entertain the foolish notion that football defined masculinity in this post-industrial technologically-enabled pussyfest called America at the turn of the Century. I saw football for what it is, and more importantly, accepted that its hollow image was not worth my time, and indicative in a grander sense, of a sociological malaise that I was thankful not to be a part of.

 

Football has become the vehicle of empty-headed American arcana which found bold ascendance in the latter 20th Century just as the last remnants of true American masculinity was struggling over its last gasps of air.

 

Football today is a vehicle of blind consumerism and a displaced sense of masculinity that has now been rendered homeless by the rapid equalization of the genders. Football is less about the game than it has ever been. Football is America. It is a symbol of excess, gluttony, shallowness, instant gratification and impatience. It is a boring sport boasting of a lot of hot-aired faux strategies and steered by well-placed periods of inactivity rather than actual movement. Football oozes commercialism and half-time glitter. All spontaneity and originality is cloaked within accepted and rehearsed time frames of carefully measured doses of expensive trashy offerings. Football is us!

 

I heard someone argue that football should be the American pastime. Not sure about that, but football is more American than America.

 

 

Taking a knee and leaving a bullet: Emanuel Samson makes a statement in Tennessee.

 

Sudanese immigrant, Emanuel Samson, somewhat glibly political like most masculinist Afro-rights warriors, a brand of civil rights firebrand interspersed with veins of random self-worship and third-world imagery, decided to attend his former church, Burnette Chapel, in Antioch, Tennessee this morning.  His reason appears to be mysteriously (for now) nefarious and might have unfolded a bit more tragically  were it not for the heroics of the church’s 25-year-old usher.

 

 

A masked gunman opened fire at a church in Antioch, Tenn., on Sunday, killing one person and wounding six others, according to police. He also used a gun to badly beat an usher who confronted him and managed to stop the shooting, they said.

 

The shooting took place about 11:15 a.m. as morning services drew to a close at the Burnette Chapel Church of Christ in Antioch, about 12 miles southeast of downtown Nashville, police spokesman Don Aaron said at a news conference.

 

Police identified the suspect as Emanuel Kidega Samson, 25, a native of Sudan who congregants said had attended the church a year or two ago. He was taken into police custody Sunday afternoon after being treated at Vanderbilt University Medical Center. Authorities, who are still investigating potential motives for the shooting, said they will charge Samson with murder and attempted murder.

 

After fatally shooting Melanie Smith, 39, a churchgoer who was walking to her vehicle, the gunman entered the rear of the brick church and shot three men and three women, police said.

 

The shooting came to an end after a 22-year-old church usher, Robert Caleb Engle, physically confronted the gunman, who shot himself, possibly by accident, during their struggle.

 

Engle, who suffered “serious injuries” from being pistol-whipped, managed to leave the sanctuary, grab his own firearm from his vehicle and stand guard over the shooter, who was wearing a neoprene mask, until emergency officials arrived on the scene, police said.

 

“He’s the hero,” Steve Anderson, the Metropolitan Nashville police chief, said at an afternoon news conference. “He’s the person who stopped this madness, and so we’re very, very grateful to him.”

 

 

On Sunday afternoon, David Boling, a spokesman for the U.S. attorney in Nashville, said his office and the FBI’s civil rights division have opened a civil rights investigation into the shooting.

 

“The FBI will collect all available facts and evidence,” Boling said in a statement. “As this is an ongoing investigation, we are not able to comment further at this time.”

 

The murdered parishioner was identified as Melanie Smith Crow , of Smyrna.

 

 

 

Melanie Smith Crow

 

 

Samson is a native of Khartoum, Sudan, according to his Facebook page. Police said he came to the United States in 199, when he was 4. He is a legal resident of the U.S., but it is not known if he is a citizen.

 

Emanuel K. Samson, taking one for the knees

 

He is a bodybuilder, according to his social media profiles. “I aspire to inspire & lift while UPlifting,” he says in his Instagram profile. “Classic physique competitor on a path of domination! Let’s Getit!”

 

Samson competed in the NPC men’s physique competition at Music City Muscle in November 2016.

 

He wrote on Facebook in June, “Art of bodybuilding and having the luxury of playing a role in how you look. Expressions on canvas. .every muscle fiber has it’s own life experience that’s a part of one whole bigger image – a walking autobiography.”

 

He graduated from Motlow State Community College in 2013 with an associate’s degree in psychology, according to his Indeed resume. He said at the time he was interested in pursuing a career as a counselor.

 

“To better prepare myself as I continue in the field of psychology by strengthening my community skills while counseling, advising, and guiding individuals/groups either spiritually, emotionally, and mentally; all while pursuing official licensing of a deemed psychologist,” he wrote. “Great communication skills. Trilingual in the following languages: English, Arabic, and Acholi (tribal language). Excellent memory. Can multitask if needed.”

 

 

And most revealing is Samson’s Facebook cover photo which hints as to where his motives truly lie.

 

“Taking to the knee,” ostensibly a symbol of dignity, and submission by strength, has been polluted by the cult of racial victimhood which has converted Concern-Kneeling into a gesture of aggression, destruction and widespread unfocused mayhem.

 

 

 


 

 

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The Wonder (Stevie, that is) of Concern-Kneeling now goes full-fledged…

 

Lemmings and fools. This is what the entertainment elite looks like when they assume the “hardship” of racial grievance.

 

 


 

 

 

Legendary musician Stevie Wonder took both knees at a New York music festival, seemingly showing solidarity with NFL players criticized by President Donald Trump hours earlier.

 

“Tonight, I’m taking a knee for America; but not just one knee, I’m taking both knees,” he said on stage Saturday before his performance at the Global Citizens Festival.
“Both knees in prayer for our planet, our future, our leaders of the world and our globe. Amen …”
During the event, Wonder also spoke about interrupting hate, bigotry and condemning sexism.

 

 

Trump said NFL owners should respond to the players by saying, “Get that son of a b***h off the field right now, he’s fired. He’s fired!”
The comments have come under harsh criticism from the NFL and some of the NBA’s top players, putting the President in the center of a controversy with significant racial and cultural undertones.

 

Addressing the crowd before he performed, Wonder urged attendees to denounce bigotry and racism.

 

“Our global brothers and sisters, I didn’t come here to preach, but I’m telling you, our spirit must be in the right place. All the time — not just now, but tomorrow and whenever you, whenever you, whenever you need to interrupt hate, stand down bigotry, condemn sexism and find love for all of our global brothers and sisters every day,” Wonder said.

 

 

 

Can these racial victims be any less inspired? Their shtick is predictable and suffused with hollow platitudes.

 

And does anyone feel truly touched by the whiny drivel coming from the mouths of people worth hundreds of millions of dollars?