Halftime in the Culture Wars: Bad Bunny and the NFL
Tomorrow's Super Bowl isn't football...it's the final, rotting corpse of what used to be America's game, now hijacked by corporate cowards and cultural saboteurs who despise everything you pretend to stand for.
Bad Bunny...real name some unpronounceable Puerto Rican provocation...is your halftime "star."
A guy who sings almost entirely in Spanish, who openly shits on American border enforcement, who reportedly skipped U.S. tours because he claimed his fans might get "targeted by ICE."
The NFL handed the biggest stage in sports to a performer who treats half the country like the enemy.
They knew exactly what they were doing.
They always do.
This isn't entertainment.
This is deliberate middle-finger theater.
The league watched the backlash explode...Trump called it out, MAGA roared, boycotts trended...and they doubled down anyway.
Roger Goodell and his boardroom parasites don't give a damn about ratings, tradition, or the working-class fans who built this empire.
They serve a different master now: the coastal elite, the virtue-signal algorithm, the globalist blob that hates normal people and wants you neutered, compliant, and ashamed of your own country.
You think the game itself is safe? Spare me.
Every commercial break will be a lecture...climate guilt, DEI sermons, rainbow flags waved like surrender signals.
The pregame "tributes" will drip with politics.
The broadcast will sanitize every tackle while amplifying every approved narrative. You're not watching sport; you're funding propaganda.
And for what?
Three hours of scripted distraction while the culture warriors laugh at your loyalty.
The NFL doesn't need your viewership anymore...they've got Apple, they've got international markets, they've got the regime's blessing.
You're just the outdated demographic they're phasing out.
Anyone with a functioning brain, a spine, and a shred of self-respect should treat tomorrow like it doesn't exist.
Don't watch a second. Don't stream. Don't check scores. Don't give them the clicks, the buzz, the illusion of consensus. Starve the beast.
Let the ratings crater so hard the message finally penetrates their fortified skulls: We are done being your captive audience for degeneration parades.
This isn't about one performer. It's about the line.
The NFL crossed it years ago and keeps sprinting past it. Tomorrow is your chance to plant a flag and say: No fucking more.
Do literally anything that doesn't involve handing your attention...and your dignity...to people who despise you.
The Super Bowl died when it stopped being about football and started being about lecturing you.
Let it stay dead.
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