The good men and their project sometimes begs the question. What exactly is the project?
For one thing, they appear to be firmly ensconced on a mission to validate the stupid and self-conscious. This orgasm-fest by Warren Blumenfeld echoes further the stupidity propounded by President Obama in blind defense of the overpaid and over-legitimized football talking Afrohead, Colin Kaepernick, while implying that the act of throwing an oval ball around and collecting millions of dollars for it somehow endows him with the sagacity and wisdom to lecture us about the so-called travails of this failed project called the United States.
Of course it’s Kaepernick’s right to do anything he wants during the routine pre-game performance of the National Anthem in protest of its latent “racism” and all the evils it symbolizes of American culture. It’s his Constitutional right, sure; he can stand on his ‘fro for all I care. But this is not about his rights, it’s about his choice of behavior and ensuing hypocrisy. This evil country he berates for its inequalities also allows stupid meatheads and jocks and their ridiculous politicalhair to reap such cultural rewards from playing the stupidest sport known to mankind. Kaepernick is an ostentatious spoiled dimwit who has confounded his athletic success for gravity and dignity, things which are earned and fostered with age and wisdom and humility, not by mimicking the “Wronged Race” of the month. But who can blame the blubbering pigskinner when society at large humors the reciprocal cycle of stupidity?
In the illustrious words of the moronic, attention-whoring jock, “The message is that we have a lot of issues in this country that we need to deal with. We have a lot of people that are oppressed. We have a lot of people that aren’t treated equally, that aren’t given equal opportunities. Police brutality is a huge thing that needs to be addressed. There are a lot of issues that need to be talked about.”
Uh-huh. How many trite, politically-expedient BLM vomitudes can you fit into one long-winded, rambling sentence before you lose your breath? I guess professional athletes can prove quite long-winded by virtue of their conditioning.
The men and their project, along with the President and his vapidness, by excusing Kaepernick’s simpleton posturing, are also celebrating the implicit hypocrisy of successful Americans who criticize the United States for all its historic humanitarian failures as ongoing liabilities in its 21st Century incarnation despite the fact that equality and openness, and entitlements of such, ooze out our societal pores like noxious sludge?
And of course, America’s favorite pastime has always been jumping on the bandwagon, so now the lesbian soccer voice is being made itself heard in the form of Megan Rapinoe, who took to her knee before a game yesterday.
On Sunday, Rapinoe said her gesture was a nod towards Kaepernick. “It was very intentional,” Rapinoe told American Soccer Now after the game. “It was a little nod to Kaepernick and everything that he’s standing for right now. I think it’s actually pretty disgusting the way he was treated and the way that a lot of the media has covered it and made it about something that it absolutely isn’t. We need to have a more thoughtful, two-sided conversation about racial issues in this country.
“Being a gay American, I know what it means to look at the flag and not have it protect all of your liberties. It was something small that I could do and something that I plan to keep doing in the future and hopefully spark some meaningful conversation around it. It’s important to have white people stand in support of people of color on this. We don’t need to be the leading voice, of course, but standing in support of them is something that’s really powerful.”
These people and their demands for “conversations” and “dialogs” are relentless.
We need to talk about race! We need to talk about gays!
Talk, talk, talk.
But since no one listens, we will resort to symbolic platitudes that trigger an intellectually lackadaisical culture by indulging in ridiculous gestures of adolescent preening.
To our knees we drop!
Let’s have discussions; the more we talk about having discussions about race, the better we feel about ourselves. We live superficial lives of quasi-involvement meant to sate appearance. We are the culture of social media where substance is invisible and appearances disguise themselves as sincerity.
What the hell have we been doing for the past 50 years if not indulging in tiresome dialogues?