What’s That Meme Going Round…?

Unbothered

Moisturized

Happy

In my lane

Flatulent 

Flourishing 

Welp… I guess another Super Bowl’s rolled round. I never cared much for professional sport, and lost all interest when football became sportzball, and then niggerball. There’s no nice way to put it…

I wonder what outrages and cultural slop will be put in Normie’s trough

today? Race baiting? Maybe a garment failure?

Satanic silly sluts?

Such are the bread and circuses of our day, eh? I guess the slore de jour this year is Taylor Swift. She’s gonna shake her tiddies and shake her tushie for the monkeys in the stands and implore them to voat for Joe Biden, or embrace the latest sexual degeneracy, or find interesting ways to humiliate herself and her race to show how much she loves black people.

So.. What’s the black national anthem, I wondered? Welp…sing along - if you can. Me… I’ll sit this one out. I have a tin ear, and have my hands full with the simple melodies of old church hymns. 

Funny how all this effort to diversify and include blacks just makes for more hate, division, accusations and demands for reparations and concessions. But who knows? Maybe a woke football game’ll fix it?

😂

I wonder how my family will handle it this year? They’re addicted to TV sportz and this year…Pop won’t be there. He’s in the hospital with dementia and can no longer follow a game. I am a write off because I don’t have the intellect or sophistication to appreciate cultural events like the Super Bowl. Will what’s left of my former family gather to celebrate it? Who knows? 

I am an obsolete stubfart that lives under a rock in Geek Forest. All I know is that Taylor Swift is another fake American Sweetheart that will ape the noises of her handlers and play her part in the script. Blacks will complain about how my people emit invisible rays of hateyness that cripples and oppresses theirs. Idiots will get their 15 seconds of fame. 

As for me…I was treated to an impromptu piano concerto by an escaped toddler at church today. I complimented the young mother on her talented child, and got scolded for opening up the piano for the tot, HAR HAR HAR! Afterward my pup and I walked in the warm afternoon sunshine and just put on the miles. Tomorrow, I will not be part of the conversation when the Monday Morning Quarterbacks gather, or the beautiful and edgy kids coagulate to discuss the brave shows of degeneracy or idiocy. I’ll be at the rifle range tomorrow tweaking the Boogaloonian rifle and relaxing with a sweet little bolt gun. I’ll smoke and guzzle coffee afterward and urinate in the bushes.

My world may be simple and boring to most.. but it’s mine, and it works for me.

Hope y’all had a great Sunday.

Cheers!

Filthie