The Negro Football League

I really don’t have too much to say about Colon Kaperdick. This is just an ongoing trend to where the NFL is becoming the Negro Football League. We saw Beyonce’s disgusting half time show. Some of us did. I didn’t because I have no use for that fat-assed race baiter. This was the response from the 49’ers about Colon Kaperdick’s disgusting display.

“The national anthem is and always will be a special part of the pre-game ceremony. It is an opportunity to honor our country and reflect on the great liberties we are afforded as its citizens. In respecting such American principles as freedom of religion and freedom of expression, we recognize the right of an individual to choose and participate, or not, in our celebration of the national anthem.”

Freedom of religion in the NFL? Tell Tim Tebow about that. Freedom of expression? Yep! If you’re black. Then you can come onto the field with your hands up like Rams players did in perpetuating the myth of St. Michael of Swisher Sweets having his hands up. “Hands up, don’t shoot.” Or you can have black players with T-shirts saying, “I can’t breathe”. to celebrate St. Eric of Loosies. But if you’re the Dallas Cowboys who want to put decals on their helmets celebrating the cops killed by a Black Lives Matter idiot that’s forbidden. Or, just think of the outrage if a white player came out with a Confederate Flag. The Negroes would riot on the field.

I can remember when the NFL would have suspended this asshole but that was before the NFL was taken over by SJWs. I’ve been watching less and less of the NFL and if the Negro Football League continues down this path I won’t be tuning in too much longer. I don’t like being insulted by illiterate millionaires. On the upside, four years after most of these booger eatin’ moh-rons are out of the league, they’ll be broke. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The best piece I have seen on this is from the Z-Man.

Hey Kaperdick, if you are so mistreated in this country, why don’t you find a country where blacks have it better than they do in this country. Even our blacks living in poverty have it better than 90% of the people on this planet. That’s right. Poor American blacks are in the top 10%. Prolly even higher. Fifty years and over $20 trillion trying to improve the life of blacks in this country and they hate us. Fuck ’em! What a waste of money!

Merde, Or A Clinton Turd

After his career in the Navy, Ron went back to college and got a Masters degree. (So, Robin, I’ll trump your Masters with Ron’s. Back then when Ron got his, they were harder to get.) Then he taught at the college level. He recently sent me this email about updating a Keats’ poem.

Back in the days when a decent college education included at least a passing nod at classical poetry, students studied such masters as Byron, Shelley, Pope, Milton, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and others. Of course today all those old dead Englishmen have been tossed on the rubbish heap in favor of more “hip” poetry by such modern geniuses as Ginsberg, Eminem, Snoop Dog, Aquah LaLuah, and Sistah Souljah.

One poem I made sure my students were introduced to was “Ode On A Grecian Urn,” By Keats. Many of you will remember those last two lines from this final stanza:

Ode on a Grecian Urn

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Well, since people don’t like that sorta stuff any more, I kinda brought it up to date:

Merde, Or A Clinton Turd

O dumpy shape! Harsh attitude! With cries
From dying men and power thou hast sought,
With petro dollars and “Foundation” lies;
Thou, cackling witch, art whole and fully bought
Through tricks political: Cold She-Devil!
When debts due this sacred nation waste,
Shalt thou be damned, to share Obama woe
For self, a friend to none, to whom Fate say’st,
“Evil is she, she evil,” – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.