This Day In The USA ♦ January 15 ♦ Super Bowl Sunday!

War, Beer, Capitalism and Nationalism: Super Bowl Sunday
by Davis Fleetwood
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Good morning scholars, the question for your consideration today is: Are you Ready for some football?

Preparing us for war, or just an excuse to drink beer?

The day after the hippies and yippies staged their fist “be-in” in San Francisco, American style capitalism fought back hard against that affront to middle class values.

On this day in the USA, January 15, 1967 the NFL staged their first Super Bowl.

America’s game started just as America did, with a group of all- American boys crushing the Chiefs from Kansas City. Of course the genocide was only symbolic in football, no American Indians were actually killed on the gridiron. Vince Lombadi, the coach of the Green Bay Packers, victors in Super Bowls I&II, was the spitting image of General Lemay, the US Airforce general and notorius war criminal who devised and implemented the carpet bombing stategy of world war 2. Like LeMay, Lomardi belived that “Winning isn’t everything. It is the only thing.”

God bless America. We sure need it.

In a remarkably short time, the Super Bowl has established itself as the most commonly shared American tradition. It is America’s game. With over 140 million Americans expected to tune in at some point during the day; that is nearly half the population and more than the amount of Americans who voted in the 2008 Presidential election.

Super Bowl Sunday is about Americans coming together to share a communal experience unmatched in our contemporary culture.

And it is about beer.

It is about worshipping our modern day gladiators and immortalizing them with hawkish references and war-like imagery in a game that is no so subtle in its glorification of wars past and indoctrination of wars to come. Here is a fun drinking game: have a sip of beer every time the announcers say “shotgun” or “aerial attack” or “bombs, blitzes, or heroes.” And tell me if you can make it to halftime without being rushed to the hospital with alcohol poisoining.

More than war and more than even beer, the Super Bowl is about moving product.

Ad 30-second advertisement during the game costs an average of 2.5 million dollars. I’ll say that again. 2.5 million dollars. 30 seconds. And it is the ads that oftentimes provide the bulk of the entertainment, for in this high stakes war (I’m referring to the game) the outcome is often settled by halftime, with one side able to confidently declare mission accomplished well before the fighting is done.

Die hard fans of the highly paid mercenaries on opposing sides of the field idolize the players not for the content of their character, but for the color of their uniforms. We call that nationalism lite.

So the Super Bowl is about war, beer, capitalism and nationalism.

But the question still remains …. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?

I’m Davis Fleetwood reminding you that history is based on actual events.

Haiti’s Deal With The Devil

Haiti’s Deal With The Devil
by Davis Fleetwood      NoCureForThat {at} gmail {dot} com

You all know by now (and if you don’t, I’ve included the video at the bottom of this post) that Pat Robertson called the earthquake in Haiti a blessing in disguise, and indicated further that they were a poor nation because they had made a pact with the devil. In the immortal words of the very mortal George Carlin: will someone please stick a dick in that guys mouth?

According to Pat Robertson, tectonic plates shifted under Port Au Prince causing the most violent earthquake there in 200 years because Haitians had made a deal with the deal with the devil because “they were under the heal of the French, you know Napoleon the 3rd, or whatever, and they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said we will serve you if you get us free from the French. True story. And so the devil said okay it’s a deal.”

Christ on a fucking crutch, it would be easy to dismiss Robertson if Satan himself did not just issue a press release saying:   “No, really, will someone stick a dick in that guys mouth! I mean take the swollen head of your penis and smack his fucking Uvula around until it drips the blood of fucking Christ! And do it while sitting on his face backwards so that your anal juice drips in his eyes. First person to do this to Robertson wins immortality.”

No, I kid. The Devil does not issue press releases. I just made that up.

But Pat Robertson has got a point. Look at the United States. We didn’t make a deal with the devil. We made a deal with the almighty God. And because of that deal the reaction to the ongoing devastation that is the man made disaster in Iraq (over 1 million innocent civilians dead) does not inspire celebrities to twitter donation pitches so that the Red Cross can take care of the Iraqi people). Hell, our nation was founded on genocide, but since we didn’t make a deal with the devil, this is taught in schools under the catchy phrase “manifest destiny”.

Look. Don’t get me wrong. We will give. We should give. You should give. I’m giving. I want you to know that I am opening up my very shallow wallet and I am giving what I can. That said, I will be matching my donation to the Red Cross so that they may help in Haiti with a donation to War Child: an international charity that protects children living in the worlds most dangerous war zones.

I suggest you do the same.

Wouldn’t you agree Pat Robertson? Helping the Haitians and the Iraqis and Afghanis sounds like a good idea doesn’t it?

What, I can’t hear you, is something stuck in your throat?

Here is PAT, droppin knowledge, Christian style: