The Patriot Post® · The NFL Flips Us the Middle Finger

First, a disclaimer: Real men don’t watch Super Bowl halftime shows. It’s just one flamboyant stage show after another, and we’ve had our fill. Okay, Beyoncé back in 2013, but still. Real men grab another beer, go for thirds on the brisket, and mutter something about how the next time a ref calls a Chiefs O-lineman for holding will be the first time. That sorta thing.

On the one hand, then, we can look at Sunday’s announcement that some, er, person named Bad Bunny will be the halftime act at Super Bowl LX on February 8 as just another instance of the money-grubbing NFL trying to broaden its base.

But on the other hand, really?

Bad Bunny’s real name is Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, and he’s a Puerto Rican rap star who doesn’t deign to sing his songs in English — which, last we checked, was the language of the United States in general and of NFL fans in particular. This is his second appearance as a halftime act, having shared the stage with Shakira and Jennifer Lopez in 2020. But five years ago, he flew under the radar. These days, he has a track record as a pink-dress-wearing, Trump-deranged, pro-illegal-immigration homosexual activist — which would seem to put him at odds with, oh, the vast majority of the American people, and certainly the vast majority of football fans. Football, after all, is a quintessentially red-blooded American sport despite the worst efforts of woke NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell.

As for this Bad Bunny character, when he was asked why he didn’t book any U.S. cities on his recent tour, he responded, “There was the issue of, like, f***ing ICE could be outside. And it’s something that we were talking about and very concerned about.”

F***ing ICE. What on earth is Goodell thinking by giving the world’s biggest stage to an America-hating, law-enforcement-loathing scumbag like this? It’s a particularly awful in-your-face decision, especially given last week’s deadly assault against ICE in Dallas.

But wait, there’s more. In June, Bad Bunny posted in Spanish about what he claimed was an ICE raid in Puerto Rico. “Look, those motherf***ers are in these cars, RAV-4s. They’re here in Pontezuela.”

Now that I think of it, though, this guy is an altogether fitting selection for a Super Bowl that’ll be played in the San Fransicko suburb of Santa Clara. After all, this is California, and this is Gavin Newsom country. Clearly, Goodell and his fellow wokesters haven’t learned their lesson from the Michael Brown “Hands up, don’t shoot” lie, from the Black Lives Matter fiasco, or from the Colin Kaepernick kneeling saga. Or maybe they have, and they’re just flipping their fans the bird and saying, “Yeah, yeah, we know. But what are you gonna do about it?”

How did we get here? As Human Events commentator Jack Posobiec tells us, “Barack Obama’s best friend Jay-Z runs the Super Bowl selection process through his company Roc Nation which has an exclusive contract with the NFL. This is who chooses the halftime show, the most-watched musical performance in America.”

As I noted last year, when Goodell and his minions tried once again to divide our country, black from white, by playing the National Anthem and the so-called black national anthem for the third year in a row: The NFL is exceedingly lucky that its appeal is so strong and its brand so daggone powerful that it can continually insult its fan base. Because, let’s face it: Just as they did last year, most football fans will simply shrug off this pathetic DEI overreach and focus on the football game. And perhaps that’s as it should be.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps this year, patriotic American fans will finally make their voices heard and say to the NFL: Enough’s enough. The Nielsen ratings will tell us that in the days after Super Bowl Sunday, but we can certainly denounce this awful anti-American decision every day between now and then.

As columnist Jason Whitlock warns: “The National Football League is going to put on a halftime drag show. I can’t do it. And I’m telling you, I love football, but I fear God more than I love football. They’re grooming our babies. We’re going to pay a price for this.”

It’s our move, gents. We can watch it once again, or we can finally man up and tune out.