So here we are. Sunday the 7th of February and it’s the Superbowl. Of course its a ‘def act’ American holiday. That goes without saying. But it is also a dumping ground for commercial mixed messaging. In our Obama epoch of ‘Hate America’ the producers have to make damn sure that everybody is remind in terms of where they stand. The national anthem of the pre-game posturing artfully plays, the white QB hand on heart, the black QB hands on towel. Any questions? If there is any ceremonial ass to kick to the balls, then it is a woman that is generally shown doing it. She hovers genetically towards the ‘white’ motif with the inference of Barbie Doll features and hopefully a nice ass. If there is any ‘white’ guys shown then they are the ‘boobs’ and usable idiots. That is those guys in the paying audience that are not on the field playing for big dough. Guess what! Beyonce is gong to summon her personal demon and BLM guilt trip everybody! No doubt with every last pelvic thrust she has at her disposal will be exhausted. If that don’t thrill you then watch all those JJ Abrams Disney CGI happy ‘cumming soon’ trailers blow your ears and eyes out. Have that ‘has been’ look alike astronaut watered down his personal heritage to default to wonder of an earth bound car brand? And behind these more than frequent interludes is the constant assent of the roar of the crowd. That lets you know that the commercials are not on! Well, what can you expect from the set but constant cacophony over the interjection of lame after the fact wisdom of paid commentators? This is after all the season of media overstatement. And of course, big business! You never realized how important little old you are, sitting there on your couch in your skivvies! Are you crunching away on your Doritos? Do you have a Michelob in hand? Can you take this incessant barrage of animated cartoon characters? Real or computer imagined? Well the players on the field are staring to get feisty. Just remember, “The officials rule!” But poor ole’ Cam Newton, “ain’t recruitin!” “Unsportsmanlike conduct says the ref!” Newton looks down his nose arrogantly at the audience like the Negro Pontious Pilate unfairly found sacking, or being sacked and stripped, and well, crucified! That old Mr. Potato head Manning looks so respectably humble! Dang, there goes Political Correctness! The Panthers play with rage! When they score they act out badly. When they don’t make the play they rant and rave. Loud loud loud and Louder! Halftime rag doll frenetic paced Satan worship as previously mentioned. I am surprised that the three of them have not learned to sing backwards? Manic smiles from the anointed placebo fans in the foreground that get to caress their cloven hoofed ‘chosen ones’ on this blimp captured kinetic stage. The audience in the stands conscripted to all hold up their 3×3 cards from under their sets on command. Drone drugged fancy camera moves can’t make this big Battersea pig into much more than just another poke. What happens when all that makeup goes south?
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