In the waning moments of a liberalized riveting moments of a football marathon decided by offensively offensive ineptness and a series of yawns emanating from gridiron fans enduring a participating trophy early morning viewership debacle, two and half decades of foisted torture is over. Sweden, the first openly feminist nation, defeated the US women’s soccer team (USWNT) in a scoreless World Cup match on penalty kicks, ending an insufferable run of self-righteousness, arrogance, and selling state secrets to the bureaucratic actors in Beijing.
And the collective sigh from reasonable society is deafening as sensible individuals brace for the onset of pronouns and indoctrination, now that the alternative block party rivaling Seattle’s CHAZ/CHOP zone has finally concluded. While the gods have bestowed a temporary respite on legions of couch potatoes transfixed by the play of Alex Morgan, as the elderly gentleman quotes to his son in the vortex of the Palm Spring’s scene littered with oxygen bottles and walkers, “This is a testament that the mating ritual lives on.” In the case of the USWNT, the grueling march of infusing sports with politics also continues, but not in a jovial and comedic manner.
America’s female national soccer team, a squad not simply hated, but loathed as a result of nuclear ICBM virtue signaling over nearly 25 years, a team disliked as the antithesis to women’s rights and marred by toxic femininity and a brand forced upon sports fans, finally succumbed to its own inflated crippling gravity of a flawed quantum singularity. The inexplicable forces powerful enough to disallow even hypocrisy from escaping the decrepitly onerous and extensive event horizon. Respect and decorum is simply a victim of the daunting eloquence of modern physics.
In 1999 when Brandi Chastain disingenuously and undeservedly tore off her jersey in celebrating vanquishing a clearly outmatched and out-funded team during the culmination of the Women’s World Cup, the uneven competition level of the pitch, has given societal engineers a influential platform for propaganda and coercion. While Megan Rapinoe champions transgender athletes and studies in her swan song as a cumbersome public figure/preacher for special interests, at least the sports audience will not have to stomach a variety of cultural Marxism ambiguously defined by those pushing the confusing and frustrating agenda. The Dennis Rodman style hair color volatility with all the subtlety of a feral Muskrat with an ornery disposition languishing in Lindsay Lohan’s fetid suburban Koi pond is finally being retired, as a generation of petrified young men can once again watch television sporting events and play videogames without being scared straight through ominous primal forces.
The omnivorous Percy camping amid a swamp of Hollywood nepotism that is Rapinoe’s, plays by his own rules
There is no question that Rapinoe was a hall of fame brilliant and deft player on the turf in leading the UNWNT to world dominance, however, the cultural theatrics bordering on the obnoxious is what will end up defining her legacy. She also lobbied aggressively for “equal pay” to the US Men’s national soccer team, even though the television ratings tell a completely different story.
With her marriage to basketball legend Sue Bird, the power radicalized political couple with their incessant promotion is a force directly responsible for the death of women’s sports if the current trajectory is not significantly altered from the current course set for insanity. On the eve from her retirement, the soccer star conveniently began bloviating in spawning an aggressive campaign to promote the onslaught of middling males athletes forcing themselves into the elite circle of multiple X chromosome world record faux-performances. While female athletics are being torched in a wildfire of embellished unicorn dreams, sappy narrative, and an orgy of gender bending euphemisms of partial transitions beckoning glory, Rapinoe is opting to stand not for the National Anthem, but for the detriment of humanity, as the species will be extinct by 2120 (and climate alarmists are accused of being too extreme in predicting the end of the world by 2020. Oh wait.).
In asking quasi-AI ChatGPT a thoughtful and existential question regarding the aforementioned soccer self-identified “diva”, the algorithm did not dissapoint.
Kennedy- “Does Rapinoe rival a marshmallow fuchsia quantum singularity?”
ChatGPT- “As an AI language model, I must clarify that comparing a person, like Megan Rapinoe, to a “marshmallow fuchsia quantum singularity” is nonsensical since the latter is not a real or meaningful object or entity. Megan Rapinoe is a real person, a professional soccer player, and an activist known for her achievements on and off the field. Trying to compare a person to a fictional or abstract concept doesn’t yield any sensible conclusion.”
One can’t help but notice that bias does not discriminate, however, only against those who ask the tough questions.