Aesop would like a quiet word.
Pardon us for not noticing this egregious public jackassery before now, having paid no interest nor attention whatsoever to yesterday’s Sportsbowl. But reportedly, they had someone singing some alleged “Black National Anthem”.
Which leads us, inexorably, to the obvious question:
When and where did anyone grant independence to some part of the United States, and declare the new nation of Ni**erstan, Welfaria, Jigaboola, or Jimbobwe established?
There are, when last we looked, literally dozens of black national anthems. In countries from Sudan to South Africa, and Liberia to Somalia. Also, doubtless, in Haiti and Jamaica. Was one of these countries’ anthems selected? If so, for what reason? Did a football team from Nigeria make it to the Superbowl this year, without us hearing about it?
Furthermore, the republic already having a national anthem, anyone at that contest possessed of American citizenship who didn’t boo, catcall, and throw things at the announcers box throughout any poseur anthem should be stripped of citizenship and deported.
And if, as has frequently been the case, taking a knee during the actual National Anthem is acceptable for Activists Of Color, then by all means, white people dropping their trousers and slapping their naked asscheeks in the direction of Wakanda should be an appropriate protest for playing this Ode To Buckwheat any time, anywhere.
Personally, I lost interest and tuned out this year’s Stuporbowl after the team captains met at midfield for the traditional wiping of their asses with the US flag, right as they were tying the white family of four to the back bumper of an old pickup for the traditional dragging around the perimeter of the field for five (5) laps, to the elated roars of the mostly-Blaque throng.
Hey, when the nig-nogs insist that “it’s a black thing, you wouldn’t understand,” I’m more than happy to take that axiom to heart and apply it to the Nigger Felons League championship extravaganza. If I want to have some friends over to eat nachos and drink beer, I don’t have to have some bullshit “Big Game” blaring from my TeeWee all day long to do it.