NFL 2020 GAME PLAN

The NFL and all of the other recently woke professional sports team committed mass suicide when they knuckled under to pressure coming from the cultural Marxists that are in the process of attempting to inflict permanent damage, as well as horrid, unrecognizable scarring and grotesque changes to the American landscape.
As a result of this skullduggery, I now consider all those teams, as well as NASCAR, to be non-existing entities, not worthy of thought, or consideration, let alone support.
I wholeheartedly adhere to the new meme, Get woke, Go broke. Amen.
They are now in the graveyard of previous time wasting, mind numbing pastimes, much like the airlines industry when they began treating every passenger as a suspected “terrorist” and not a valued customer.
After many years of flying, I abandoned this mode of transportation entirely, and now consider this to be an age prior to Orville and Wilbur Wright’s invention.
Our only realistic method of protest is to withhold our financial support for any of those who are acting contrary to our traditional societal concepts and norms.
A friend who attended last Thursday’s Kansas City Chiefs/Texans game told me that to make up the shortfall of only allowing 16 thousand fans, or roughly 25% of the Arrowhead stadium’s capacity, those who purchased tickets for the game were charged four times the normal price for seating. No, that isn’t the most outrageous part of this story, the outrageous part is that there were 16 thousand morons still willing to pay over five hundred dollars, plus 60 dollars for parking, to attend a BLM rally. Add to that this little tidbit of people actually insipid enough to plunk down hard earned money to purchase a paper cutout of themselves sitting in the seat, obviously enjoying the game, but unable to purchase virtual beer, or concessions. All aboard the crazy train to oblivion, it’s now leaving the station.
My wife reminds me occasionally (she assures me she’s not nagging) of my low opinion of most of the sheeple, but as they continue to amaze me with their ability to climb to new heights of abject stupidity and unfettered cluelessness, I doubt that my opinion of them will be changing anytime soon.
We’ve evolved into the fractured nation of Sweatpantsia, that’s now inhabited by millions of stupified, face-diapered, subservient, obsequious, drug addled Walmartians and I can only conclude that most are actually too stupid to save. Go figure.