Ya know those “Hometown Heroes” spots during your NFL sports games where the game stops and some local guy or girl trots out on the field in uniform to wild applause from the crowd? Well, I hope you enjoy them because New Jersey.com says that you’re paying the NFL for them.That's right. The government pays for these elaborate feel-good moments in sports arenas where we celebrate our American heroes. Two things strike me, as they should also strike you. How crass! I just love the smell of faux-grassroots astroturf in the morning. Furthermore, isn't it nice of the NFL to take all that advertising money? Boy Howdy they sure are swell folks! In the comments about this blog post I read this:
If you ever get that odd feeling, a little like you're falling, and this feeling is accompanied by an overwhelming fear that everything you see will shortly be nothing but dust and ashes, welcome! Welcome to my world.
Welcome to a first glimpse at a world where everything you see and hear is a deliberate lie. Welcome to a world where the masses are perpetually distracted from the ever-worsening world situation, the ever-increasing national debt, the looming and inevitable failure of Social-Security, Medicare, Medicaid, Obamacare, military pensions, VA hospitals, etc. Welcome to world where absolutely NOBODY cares about any of that. Uh-Oh that feeling is fading. Don't worry about it. I mean, come on! The game's about to start and your team has a shot at the title or the prize or the championship thingy. Yes, please continue telling me all about some aspect of the sporting event we're about to watch. I'm just dying to hear you wax eloquently—nay...poetically even!—about coaches, plays, players, stats, spreads, etc. Pass me another hot-wing and another beer, and let's forget about all that boring—we're all going to die horribly, quite soon—stuff.