Bad is bad, but not necessarily equal in the logical imperative as legacy weighed against the abomination of the Superbowl show which is still painfully lingering across the expanse of the economic expanses of the economic demographics.
While the Seattle Seahawks exorcised their decade plus demons and Tom Brady’s dynasty tenure in handedly defeating the New England Patriots to culminate the NFL season, things did not go smoothly from a societal and periphery perspective. Referencing the context of bad, the halftime show on the Western world’s largest stage of the year conjured one of the most direct and blatant reactions of disdain among audiences in modern history, as the concept of entertainment devolved into the stone ages.
As “Bad Bunny” a popular rapper among teenagers was unleashed to the masses, the traditional “Bad Company” brand of rock legend galore held steady in the auspice of graciousness at least according to sources. Rumors may or may not confirm that the band will hold a tour that restores the faith of disgruntled fans for legitimate entertainment.
With all the subtlety of the apex of Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant, but lacking the merit and skill of the WWE legends, the intermission between the second and third quarters turned out to be an extinction event wiping out any lingering cultural values of humanity as a rogue of an artist formerly known as a microcosm was undeservedly awarded a stage and a platform which epitomizes the fleeting attention spans and overall lack of critical thinking skills of society. “Bad Bunny” was just plain horribly bad and not in a subtle sense, a conversation that will forever be reiterated within the perfect memory of social media, and the constant noise of vapid engagement.
Between instances of grabbing the groin at the level of Michael Jackson, unrelenting coarse language which resulted in permanent injuries to person operating the seven second delay, and antics that would make the torrid love affair between North Korea and Dennis Rodman blush, the detachment was evident from the start as viewers were subject to visual and audio torture that could only be tempered by a pupil dilating Hunter S. Thompson mescaline trip that may or may not involve golf shoes for traction on blood as thick as oil. As the era of political correctness and the “Information Age” reaches the point of involuntary commitment “discerning” has been officially banished to a forced labor project completing the construction of another ski resort for the dignitaries and minions of Pyongyang.
While Americans invest hundreds of millions of annual dollars into the ebb and flow and social protocols of Superbowl Sunday, a new war has emerged in the fight for tradition and perspective as battlelines have been established in distinguishing the value of a Campbell’s soup rendering and intellectually stimulating content. The jukebox (TouchTunes) interface at the local establishment has reached out to the melody of “Bad Company” in playing songs on repeat mode to erase the auditory stench of a bad idea by societal engineers to conduct and reckless experiments that hold no cultural redeeming values.
With IOC-influenced Olympic games profiting legions of bureaucrats, March madness cannot come anytime sooner as consumers remain in a holding pattern from a series of stimulus worse than cold syrup and iodine.
