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Monday, February 12, 2024

Meanwhile, in Sportsball Land

Well, I hear Taylor Swift won the Super Bowl. I’m guessing there are a shit-ton of furiously steaming incel MAGAts this morning. Cool.

The Green family, of Hobby Lobby infamy, paid for two Super Bowl ads at $7 million each. They spent $14 million dollars to preach their personal god to us all. This is the family (and their corporation) who went all the way to the Supreme Court to uphold their ability to deny health insurance coverage for birth control to their employees (their motto? Keep 'em poor and pregnant and they'll never revolt.). This is the family found guilty of illegally importing 3,800 religious artifacts from Iraq for their little bible museum. You can find the Green family portrait in the dictionary under the entry 'wealthy hypocritical shits.'

Somehow these control freaking frauds think spending $14 million dollars to show off how jesus-y they are is a better, more godly, use of their bucks than feeding the poor, caring for the sick or housing those in need of shelter 

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.(source)

I understand that Taylor Swift’s boyfriend got a little testy with his coach. I’m curious, when did Wilford Brimley start coaching? Oh wait...dude died four years ago. He’s still able to coach sportsball shit though? Damn, I’m alive and a LOT younger than him and I don’t have the energy to deal with a bunch of testerical men. I'm tellin' ya, I got totally fucked in the genetics lottery and I want to speak with the manager...STAT!

No, I didn’t actually watch the game. I don’t like football. It’s a violent, pointless, ridiculous game. HEY, you're free and most welcome to like the game just as I'm free to enjoy looking at (and mocking) all the stupid, overblown hoopla.

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