The NFL season is upon us. If you are anti-Trump, turn it on. If ratings go up, I have to imagine the baby will soil his diapers and go volcanic. Sad. By the way, here is a mash up.
Piss me off once, shame on you. Piss me off twice, shame on me. Piss me off a thousand times… I must be talking about current president of the United (Not really) States, Dummkopf, or Dumbhead, Donald Trump. I think it is only fair to retaliate in kind. If I can anger that asswipe-wannabe (See what I did there? I’m implying that he’s not even good enough to be an asswipe.) a fraction as much as he’s done to me, I’m good.
There was absolutely no doubt about it. It was/is a bad year for the NFL. What, with the whole kneeling during the national anthem controversy and all of its political implications, and how about the whole evasion of head-on collisions causing brain cancer. Ask any US President, and he’ll gladly tell you that football is definitely failing, just look at the horrible ratings.
If week three of the 2017 NFL Season has taught us anything, it is that politics do not belong in football, unless it’s the politics of dancing, the politics of ooh feeling good in the end zone after a touchdown. More attention was spent on who was kneeling, locking arms, or staying in the locker room during the National Anthem than the actual game itself. Allow me the privilege to be frank, “The Star Spangled Banner” is an overrated song. Compare that bullshit ditty to “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” by Iron Butterfly, and every day, I have no compunction in saying, Iron Butterfly wrote a better tune than Francis Scott Key. And the lyrics are pretty contrived, in short archaic and sucky.