Selective Outrage?

There's a bunch of controversy swirling around concerning the NFL's decision to permit the "Black National Anthem" to play prior to the Super Bowl this past Sunday.

Prior to the regular, normal, accepted, National Anthem-For-All, that's been played for 100 years.  Before every sporting event.  As if they, the Black folk, have a separate country to which they should owe allegiance.  A country within a Country, so to speak.  Or at least some think so.  

Think about that...

So I got to thinking about it and doing a bit of research.  And what that research tells me is that the NFL has become the Black football league.  It's their sport.  We just have some players playing in it, and a sh*tload of White people watching it.  113 million they say.  Sort of like the ancient Romans watching the Christians getting fed to the lions (and occasionally the ones from Detroit).  

71% of the players in the NFL are Black.  Only 25% are White.  4% are termed "other."  I think most of that "other" are Samoan, but that's just me.  11% of the coaches are Black.  40% of the referees are Black.  And 78% of the hot dog stand tenders are Black.  

Just kidding about that last one.

Remember when it was thought Blacks weren't smart enough to play top-tier quarterback?  Back in the '80's and 90's?  Well, they are now.  And they're making bank, to the tune of 32% of all quarterbacks!  Or three times the percentage of Black people in America.  In the interests of equity, shouldn't the NFL demand that we have far fewer Black quarterbacks and many, many more White ones?  Wouldn't that be racial justice?  

In the interest of equity, diversity, conclusion, extraction, inclusion, contraction, extrusion, dissemination and fairness?  Or whatever?

I mean, the halftime show featured a pregnant Black babe in an ill-fitting red jump suit, surrounded by about three hundred Black people dressed in white like the Pillsbury doughboy.  All leaping and jumping around, all willy nilly like.  She's a singer, I'm told, and she bumped and ground and grabbed her crotch while balancing precariously 60 feet in the air.  A pregnant Black babe screaming loudly while wearing a red tent and grabbing her coochie.  Fine, if it winds your watch.  Me?  Not so much...

And once again, all of the entourage was Black.  Everyone but the two announcers locked up in the broadcast booth, way up there in the nosebleed section were Black?  While we po' White folks paid our money and watched.  Tens of millions of us.    

BTW, $7 Million Bucks for a 30-second ad?  I watched all of them and I only saw one or two worth $7 Mil.  A few were worth $2 Mil, perhaps, and a few others weren't worth $500 bucks.  And where were the beer ads?  Where were the Budweiser Clydesdales?  And those cute dalmatians.  That's why most of us watched the game anyway!  What were they thinking?

And another thing while I'm ranting (and dayumm, I sure do love to rant!).  We were told there were two Black quarterbacks for the first time in the History of the World!  No, sorry, only one Black one, and one half-Black/half-White one.  When will these mixed-race folks begin to embrace their Whiteness like they embrace their Blackness?  Or should we consider the fact they won't a giant middle finger to all of us po' White folks out here in TV Land?  While we dutifully lay out our cash for tickets and merch and all the other NFL trappings.  Hmmmm?

But the thing that chaps my ass most of all is when social media erupted because wannabe AZ Guv Kari Lake failed to stand for the "Black National Anthem" at the Super Bowl.  You'll recall, I trust, it was demanded of us all that we instantly approve and warmly embrace their decision to kneel at the playing of our mutual National Anthem awhile back?  The one we fought and died to enshrine as the One American Anthem?  Could it be selective outrage?  

Me thinks also they don't think we have a memory.  Enough of a memory to remember that they're a bunch of self-righteous, condescending hypocrites.

So there.

That went well, now didn't it?  Glad we had this chance to talk.  I feel much so better.  How about you?