Why do I dislike women’s soccer? That here for a moment commercial gambit of honoring the almighty buck on the backs of very timely mass media topic of a ‘neo-lesbian‘ sport. Perhaps because in my own flawed conception it appears naught but a symbolic exercise of showing a bunch of angry over energetic women running back and forth ritually kicking balls around. And then crying when the decision doesn’t go the right way. I admit that I have gotten to the point of intolerance not because of the honest efforts of these women to become sports professionals but because of their use to connive the audience that they are presented to as being something more extraordinary than their ‘so-called’ male counterparts. And of course building another profit center to an already destabilized culture that has neither the disposable income nor the domestic largesse to accommodate it. The irony of this sport is that it didn’t seem to have the national mass media focus until it was introduced by a story of one of the sport’s better players being arrested for spousal abuse of her lesbian significant other. Something that some of my ‘rah rah‘ PC obsessed male compatriots are to willing to make a show of voluntarily bowing their heads to in a time of identities meticulously made prey to over-politicized narrowing bi-polar definitions.
OK, Let’s clear the obvious. Unlike Marine Gunnery Sgt. Hartmann’s loudly declared list of prayers to his rifle and to the Gods of Death from his “Full Metal Jacket“, fame, I don’t have the proverbial right wing hard-on for eccentric minority populations. I do resent being consciously manipulated on a level of repetition. If we are now metaphorically playing the ‘hold the talking stick PC black (skin) rights game‘ then I would be immediately disqualified by the present continuing docudrama Liberal ‘Anschlus‘ by the intolerable classification of WHITE, OLD and MALE. So, I have no rights to social congress. Sort of what the National Socialists supposedly did to the Social Democrats and Bolshevik Communists in Berlin during the mid-nineteen thirties. This whole discussion descends to irrelevance of a coronation of the trivial but then that is what television is essentially all about. The enfranchisement of the latest trivial fad taking precedence over anything of importance to a regional population. The level of suspension of disbelief by career of a typical audience at the representation of any new televised absurdity sinking to absolute zero. Might an educated chimpanzee be shamed to be forced to abide in such company? All I can picture in my mind in counterpoint to this type of event is a lot of media sanctified ‘cunt bumping‘ going on in the locker room after the game. Forgive me for the travesty of being MALE but contrary to the new normal, I DO NOT find this all that sexy to contemplate.
Nobody told the Greeks or the Romans that all that ‘mix and match‘ proverbial ‘snail and oyster‘ consumption would too quickly lead to an eventual Gibbon’s style moral decline. What is missing from the mourning shroud of modern televised entertainment is the fact of the need to clear the dogma of perpetual irony from blatant hypocrisy. Everything is an exercise in Oedipus Rex and Electra. Consider the future as a bunch of ‘fags‘ in full female regalia connected in a single “Human Centipede” chain in the region of the hips singing in a ensemble, “The World Belongs To Me!“, and you have the current Liberal/Conservative power establishment as corrupted by AIPAC. What kind of mind would support a former Commie indoctrinated drug dealer enshrined as ‘Puppet and Chief‘ to tear down the retaining walls of American society, all in the name of advancing an elite of God’s chosen ones? Sorry, I am not talking about Mohammed the messenger of God here. Is this some crazy plot from a Marvel comic based Hollywood movie? As an unrepentant MALE, all I can hope for at my local beer swigging version of Orwell’s “Paradise Cafe” is golf, baseball and occasional interruptions giving news about the state of the Malabar front.
The worst racists in this society are currently those designated as BLACK. It’s no more there fault than being WHITE is mine but an endemic contribution of the contaminated water in the fish tank of American society. Turn off the TV and the Internet and require a mass collection of cellphones and ‘Saturday Night Specials‘ and people would have to go back to their own individual lives unaided by the dogmas that make everyone’s life so damn interesting. Just think of what a tragedy it might be to never hear another word about Kim Kardashian, EVER? But no, that wouldn’t help the fiction of the validity of consensus as defined by a Harris poll of some fifty to five hundred anonymous souls along with Billy Bush on Entertainment Tonight. I guess if anyone took the time to read more than their latest Facebook ‘Likes‘ or pidgin talk emails the world might go back to (UGH!), a place where you are required to think for your own self.