He’s right; the Super Bowl is the true State of the Union Address; and I guess that’s why Super Bowl Sunday has always bothered me. Football has never been the fire that lights my passion, so maybe my complaints here will ring hollow, but I think the whole thing’s a bunch of bullshit. And now, with this nation seemingly acquiescing to the puppet dictator we have in the office of President while we all mindlessly consume, I feel like kicking up a bitch.
For the last week or so, I have been grousing about the fact that while MoveOn.org’s well-recieved and beautifully-responded-to campaign yielded a great protest ad, the shitheaded, conservative, scary-ass morons at CBS have decided to censor this brilliant public service advertisement.
The ad decrying Bush’s miserable policies will not run; instead we bring you Hummers, beer, and titties. I say, that’s a steaming pile of bullshit.
There has been some grumbling about boycotting the Super Bowl since this censorship event has occurred. No problem. I’m embarrassed this is happening. You ask me, I say this is the perfect example of what’s wrong with this country. Tomorrow, the majority of Americans will get drunk and watch commercials for sub-standard beer and gas-guzzling SUVs, promoted by large-breasted scantily-clad women. I have no problem blowing the whole thing off. I’m done with CBS. Fuck ‘em. Fuck the lot of ‘em.
Matt’s right; the Super Bowl is about what the American People are about, and I want nothing to do with the whole fucking mess.
Boycott CBS. Not just for a few minutes, forever. I’m done with those assholes, even though they are willing to parade a very hot Leah Rimini around with Kevin James in a very curious marriage which bears no children. I’d’ve thought CBS would have been pushing for Leah to be showing by now, those scumbags.