Daily Archives: February 5, 2017
Disclosure: I don’t care for American Football.
It seems to me a sparse sequence of very short plays, followed by interminable babbling, with a lot of interruptions in the middle. Then you get more babbling, and some more babbling, before you get more appeals of the decisions of the referees. And they never stop talking. They never ever stop! It drives me mad! It’s the greatest mystery to me how there could be people who prefer this endless stream of interruptions to baseball or (as you call it) soccer.
“Oh, but those two and a quarter second are very intense, Mundabor!”. Yeah, right.
[Add there all the reasons why I am wrong]
[No, I still haven’t changed my mind]
The Superbowl Number 51 (Latin: LI; but you know that) is upon us (actually: you), and I am perfectly willing to ask you to consider boycotting it, or as much of it as you can (namely: the advs and the entire intermission including Lady Whore).
The matter is not whether Lady Whore will stage some kind of obscenity, protest, or both. The matter is that the NFL has abandoned every pretense of political neutrality by ramming their own political agenda down the throats of people who, perfectly rightly, would want to keep politics out of it when they watch the interminable blabbing and endless stream of interruptions. You know all the single events, so I won’t get into the details. My aim is to get you to become angry enough to say: “stuff it, I will go for a walk/watch a movie/ do something else instead”.
If all fails and you can’t stay away from the endless babbling, I implore you to get a half hour break and cut all the part of the big intermission.
All of it. Cut the head of the hydra. Say “no” to every and any product that would like to enter your home before and in the wake of Lady Whore. They have picked the wrong product to place their ads. Then say to everyone in your circle of acquaintance that you are fed up with this (actually, do it now!), and have therefore given the thing a very wide berth.
You might say that your refusing to watch has no influence unless you are one of the Nielsen-surveyed viewers, but I would disagree. Perceptions are shaped by the bigger reality around us just as much as by the official surveys. As the Superbowl becomes less and less popular and more and more controversial, this will be “picked up” by sponsors and advertisers until the NFL feels it where it hurts: the wallet.
Even if you are a fan of the endless blabbering and countless interruptions, challenges, and referee consultations, please consider that unless the NFL’s politically correct drive is stopped you might see all the rubbish rapidly going down the food chain: college football very soon, then the local or regional series. The point will come when your son won’t be able to watch a game of his high school without some kind of rubbish protest going on.
I suggest you fight for sanity now, and walk the dog instead.
Every Roman (and most Italians) knows him, “Pasquino”, the fictional “Pope critic” (actually every anonymous poster of criticism) in the Piazza Pasquino, just outside Piazza Navona. Every Roman (and most Italians) is also familiar with the “Pasquinate”, which you might call “Pasquinades”: short, funny, rhymed statements written in Roman dialect, affixed on the basis of the statue by strictly anonymous amateur funny Roman dialect poets.
Romans now woke up to a different, modern-times Pasquinata.
However, this time the “Pasquinata” was not affixed merely on the statue; rather, several dozen posters have been (illegally; another Roman tradition…) affixed in strategic point in the center of Rome. Enough, actually, for the important press agency ADN Kronos to report the news.
Not only is the “Pasquinata” funny. It shows once again that opposition to the Evil Clown will continue unabated, and will grow more fierce as Francis keeps ravaging the Church.
Poor Francis! he wanted to be remembered from history as the Great Innovator, but he must now discover that more and more people are ruining the party.
He will be remembered as the picture in the poster instead: a boorish, arrogant, grumpy old commie hating the Church and everything it represents.
Well done, “Pasquino”!
May you find new inspiration, again and again, for as long as Francis – and, it is to be feared, his successors – play fast and loose with the teaching of the Church.