Flush that Super Bowl !

Counting the syllables to Doomsday
I’m falling on my knees
while fools are talking football.
Please…

Greetings from the land of antichrist consumption, where NFL sales reps can’t figure out why no one cares about their team-logo jockey shorts, lunchboxes and ashtrays. Where the media drones on about minuscule drops in consumer spending while malls are so full you can barely find parking on a Saturday. Where legions of smiling zombies blather onscreen about overpaid athletes moving inflatable spheroids and projectiles around fields, courts, rings, etc.

America at the height of power. . . or the delirious free-fall descent from the peak ?
If so,when WAS the peak?  1945?  1910? 

Jihadists want to slit our throats and level our cities for Allah. A pudgy tyrant is shooting off missiles and threatening global mayhem but we are busy buying wings and beer for the big game. Enemies use our courts and our Democracy to subvert our power and divide us as they conquer, but we, like overgrown adolescents waving tiny flags and screaming in the stands, are absorbed in. . .  GAMES.

Grown men on the verge of tears, trembling over some guy throwing a pass, body & soul given over to a game that requires pounds and pounds of plastic and billions of dollars of petrochemicals to sustain itself. But if you get worked up over God, or Art, or over the Meaning of Life people look at you weird. It’s not acceptable to get worked up over THAT stuff, right?

Gridiron buffoons and babbling sportscasters punctuated by mind-numbing appeals to shut up and BUY — now THAT is the noble stuff to get emotional about here in the Land of the tech-enslaved and the Home of the semi-informed.

I don’t get it. I can’t even fake like I am interested in American Football. It’s a silly game.
I heard about some players that wouldn’t do the flag salute or something . . .

I ought to write a poem about this.

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Betting on the Races: Dark Horse

White folks: pack your bags and go.
Our nut-brown world is quite offended.
Make your shamefaced exit NOW,
And leave your mansions unattended.
Wait—before you pass the doors,
It’s time to settle ethnic scores.

No more ragtime Minstrel show.
Our Moorish science took it down.
Black lives matter. White, less so—
Now move your paleface out of town . . .
But first, shell out for racial shame
Caucasian losers of the game.

Cultural pride is ours alone:
Kings and Egyptian queens, we were.
The glories of our race, well-known,
Bedazzle in a darkened blur—
Clear to Africa’s descendants,
Puzzling to you white dependents.

Blackness lent your world its light,
Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers.
Scandinavia grew bright
Under our beneficent powers.
Negroes gave your blondes their beauty;
Helped those Norsemen shake their booty.

The Seven Wonders of the World:
We built them all. No vain conjecture
Dims our banner, black, unfurled,
Above eternal architecture.
Arts and knowledge gained from us
Are what we threaten to discuss.

We invented math and science
Which you robbed from Timbuktu.
Swarthy wisdom’s brave defiance
Caused Old Europe to renew.
All our treasure that you plundered
Testifies: your days are numbered.

Classics of our Greeks you stole:
Philosophy was never yours.
Shame upon your racist soul;
For Bach and Mozart both were Moors.
Misappropriated treasures
Call for ruthless hard-line measures.

Latino fate falls next—  but, where ?
Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ?
Orientals everywhere:
Choose your side and join the fight.
Blackness rising! Late the hour;
Heed your call to fight the power.

Crackers need to check your race
Stop rooting for that vulgar clown . . .
Rednecks all up in our face;
Racist throwbacks got us down.
But as your statues bite the dust
Your light goes dark (you know it must).

So move on out, oppressor, thief.
Long have you held our nation back.
In some white galaxy seek relief—
But here the light itself is black.
Stars are racist. So is the sun.
Now let God’s great black will be done.