Bad Bunny vs. Turning Point USA

We just experienced the 60th Super Bowl. It was a lot different from the first one, which I remember watching as a sports obsessed youngster. There were a whole lot more White players on the field 60 years ago. And no halftime show. Not even a White act popular at the time, like Andy Williams. No Kate Smith. No slightly chubby Elvis.

In America 2.0, our Super Bowls feature 80 percent Black players. At least. This year was a bit of a modern anomaly, as both starting quarterbacks were White. The jock sniffing “journalists” don’t like that one bit. The game this year was incredibly boring. No big plays. No “stars” on either team. And the halftime act has become so overhyped that it often draws more attention than the game itself. Starting with Michael Jackson’s appearance in 1993, the Super Bowl has paraded big names out at halftime each year. Never forget Janet Jackson’s infamous “nip slip” in 2004. Since the NFL hired Jay-Z to produce the halftime shows in 2020, the performers have been less “diverse” than the players on the field. No Whites need apply. It would be hard to top Kendrick Lamar’s 2025 act. I detailed that DEI monstrosity on Substack last year. See Crip Walking Into Super Idiocracy I don’t believe there was a single White backup dancer on the field. It was like watching an old Grambling-Alcorn State game.

But this year, the NFL and its esteemed producer Jay-Z vowed to come up with something even more offensive to White people. As the Black iconoclast Jason Whitlock says, Black people have been conditioned to like whatever makes White people upset. And especially what Donald Trump doesn’t like. So they found a Latino rapper named Bad Bunny. I’m no expert on gangsta culture, but Bad Bunny is a really nonthreatening, even wimpy name. It doesn’t seem to fit into an industry that promotes its “stars” as mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” as Lord Byron was described centuries ago. But then again, our own non-Latino rappers feature some pretty ridiculous names as well. Snoop Doggy Dogg? Lil’ Romeo? Lil’ Kim? Doesn’t the “Lil’” kind of indicate a physically unimposing figure? And why pick one of the most harmless creatures imaginable for a rugged rap persona? Bunnies? Just how “bad” can a bunny be? You might as well call yourself Bad Butterfly.

But Bad Bunny takes things a step further. He often performs in drag. Kind of a Bad Bunnyette, I guess. Is there anything more intimidating than the prospect of a transgender bunny? But the most controversial aspect of Mr./Ms./They/Them Bunny’s performance was the fact it was entirely in Spanish. The network didn’t even provide subtitles, so that interested ‘Murricans could follow along with the fascinating “art” on display. Well, to be fair, Bad Bunny did utter the words, “God bless America” in English, but then went on to recite the names of Central and South American countries. Get it? They’re American, too, you beer swilling bigots! Bad Bunny hails from Puerto Rico, which is part of America! Well, not exactly the voting part, since Puerto Rico is an American territory, not a state. Have they restored the power back in Puerto Rico yet, by the way? Most Americans don’t seek to celebrate Puerto Rican culture. Bad Bunny should ask why illegals can vote, but not Puerto Ricans.

I only watched a few highlights of Bad Bunny’s performance. Now, he wasn’t really any less talented than our own proud domestic rappers like last year’s Kendrick Lamar, or Mr. Snoop Dogg himself. But just like English- well Ebonics- speaking rappers, he has no musical talent, either. He can’t really sing. I don’t think he plays an instrument. From what little I saw, he doesn’t really dance well, either. He just shouted out words in Spanish, grabbed his crotch sporadically, but did thankfully refrain from donning a dress. I just didn’t see the attraction there. Every outlet in our “competitive” state controlled media sang Bad Bunny’s praises. They called it “joyful,” “historic,” and claimed that he “stole the show.” At one point, two men simulated sex with each other. Bad Bunny included an anti-ICE tirade in his act. Now, I have to take the word of those who claim this, since it was all in Spanish, and I don’t remember much of my four years of high school Spanish, only two of which I passed.

With Trump’s militarization of ICE, and their curious concentration on protesters in Minnesota, who seem to all be U.S. citizens, Bad Bunny might have had a point. But his criticism, like all “Woke” criticism on the subject, was focused on confronting those who are here illegally. The Left doesn’t want precious Brown people deported, even if they have committed violent crimes. Prior to his installation as Super Bowl halftime “star,” Bad Bunny warned Americans that they had “better learn Spanish.” Just don’t tell some humble and lovable Brown person that they better learn English. That would be a hate crime. So, conservatives claim that Bad Bunny drew an audience only of nonwhites, and self-hating White women who have no interest in the Super Bowl. Liberals claimed it was a smashing success, although the mainstream media reluctantly noted that it “fell just short” of setting a ratings record. You can make words mean what you want. My “I Protest” audience is “just short” of Joe Rogan’s.

Fortunately for conservatives, they were provided an option for their halftime entertainment. America 2.0 is all about options. Don’t like Coke? Try Pepsi. Tired of Exxon-Mobil? There’s always Shell. In this case, Turning Point USA, the embattled outfit founded by the recently assassinated Charlie Kirk, organized a “real American” show, headlined by Kid Rock. Now, Kid Rock isn’t as dumb a name as Snoop Dogg or Bad Bunny, but it’s no 1910 Fruitgum Company, either. No Strawberry Alarm Clock. I didn’t watch the TPUSA event, either. I’m no fan of Kid Rock, or of mainstream country music. Mainstream country music is what they give to White people now who don’t like Black-centric hip hop. I can’t stand the big cowboy hats. Where is the rock and roll that used to dominate the entertainment world? Is there a rocker left under 75? At any rate, given all the dishonesty with TPUSA, Charlie Kirk, and Zionism, I don’t really consider them to be a viable alternative to the odious Bad Bunny.

We now know that the grieving widow Erika Kirk has quite the past. From the music video, where she flashed her very Christian tramp stamp, to that CIA production which she was heavily featured in, to all the reality TV shows she appeared on, it is extremely doubtful that Mrs. Kirk refrained from dating for five years, never drank, and was a virgin when she married Charlie. Those who trumpeted the virtues of the TPUSA alternative halftime show seem to think favorably of Mrs. Kirk. I find her less sincere than Tammy Faye Baker in her prime. She, and the TPUSA alternative show, represent all that’s wrong with fundamentalism, and all that’s wrong with conventional conservatism. Mrs. Kirk doesn’t exude a single spiritual vibe. I really don’t think Kid Rock does, either. But he does own a lot of guns, so there’s that. So does conservative icon Ted Nugent, famed for his 1981 song Jailbait, which extolled the virtues of a 13 year old girl. I’m not sure they provide a moral high ground.

This Bad Bunny-Turning Point USA contest exemplifies the phony Left-Right paradigm, which continues to entice millions and coerce them into voting. With either of those choices, some U.S. leader is going to be, perhaps literally, holding the chair for Bibi Netanyahu. Whether the subpar “entertainment” is in Spanish or Ebonics, it’s being pushed and produced by the same non-Irish elite we’ve come to know and love. Sure, they have front man Jay-Z in this case, whose own shady past includes stabbing a record executive in 1999, a crime for which he was sentenced to three years probation. There are “installed” DEI puppets like Jay-Z throughout this ghettoized culture. The NFL is doing all it can to destroy itself. What kind of business model is it to consistently offend your primary demographic? To promote anti-White and pro-LGBPTQ+ agendas? To push for more female executives, even female referees? Why wouldn’t you try to attract and maintain your core audience?

The idea that a huge corporation like the NFL would promote a halftime show, performed entirely in what remains a foreign language to the majority of the population, to celebrate one of the biggest American cultural events, tells you all you need to know. You better learn Spanish! You’ve already accepted Ebonics, so you’re halfway there. Maybe Bad Bunny can run for public office here. All he’d have to do is enter the country illegally. Many of our most beloved voters enter America that way. Or he could run for governor of Puerto Rico. That worked for Volodymyr Zelenskyy, although it is unlikely that Bad Bunny would ever be able to play the piano with his penis. The ideal coalition would be for Erika Kirk to marry Bad Bunny, and become Erika Bunny. But I believe Bad Bunny is gay. After all, Mrs. Kirk did invite Nicki Minaj on stage with her. You know, the same Nicki Minaj that her husband Charlie called “a bad role model.” It’s an evangelical thing, you wouldn’t understand.

Neither of the choices you were given for your Super Bowl halftime entertainment represents morality or decency. The “Woke” side, with its insidious anti-White foundation, and its celebration of everything nontraditional, is offensive to anyone who remembers America 1.0. I tried to find references to any occult messaging, because there always is occult messaging in these modern performances, but as bears repeating, all the search engines absolutely censor any mention of information like this. I’m just going to assume there was. But the “conservative” side, sponsored by the corrupt Turning Point USA, is hardly moral or decent, either. Kid Rock, the headliner, has been arrested for assault multiple times. He isn’t at the level of a violent gangsta rapper, but he’s hardly heroic. And the CEO of TPUSA is Erika Kirk. She has been caught lying countless times by Candace Owens and others. She could almost qualify as an anti- Christian missionary. She is that transparently phony.

The Super Bowl was better when it wasn’t quite so “super.” When only diehard sports fans watched it. When there were no Super Bowl parties. When the winner didn’t get invited to the White House. When it was just the final game of the season, the ultimate championship game. In fact, that’s what it was originally called- the AFL- NFL World Championship game. It wasn’t until 1969, and the most obviously fixed game in the history of sports, that it became the Super Bowl. After Joe Namath “guaranteed” a victory. Now, with simple point spreads escalating into a myriad of often head shaking individual bets, it is foolish to think that there is anything random about the outcome. When you are betting on how many yards a particular player is going to get, or the over/under in terms of total points scored, you’re outside of any kind of legitimate competition. Unknown numbers of fans even bet on the coin toss now. I knew it was going to be tails! Nothing says decadence quite like that.

As I’ve admitted, I am a football addict. I’ve been watching these spectacles since I was seven years old. Hours devoted to the NFL every Sunday. Then came Monday Night Football. And then Sunday Night Football. Finally, most absurd of all, Thursday Night Football. I get very little enjoyment out of these games. I know they’re rigged. I know the best players don’t play. I know there is a very clear agenda to keep the number of Whites on the field, and on rosters, to a strict quota limit. And yet I continue coming back, just like a heroin addict. It was easier for me to quit smoking cigarettes than it is to stop paying attention to the NFL. My only interest now is in Fantasy Football, but it still keeps you interested in the games. You don’t root for teams, only “your” players. It’s stupid, but it’s intoxicating. Without all the easy gambling apps like Draft Kings and Fan Duel, and the explosion of Fantasy Football, no one would be watching these nearly all Black, overtly fixed games.

It was entirely predictable that pictures would emerge of Donald Trump at his Super Bowl party, with Bad Bunny visible on the TV in the background. The irony- he seemed so upset about it. That’s Trumpenstein. The UK Daily Mail aired a story about a bar owner who was being charged with “racism” because he turned off Bad Bunny and aired the TPUSA halftime show instead. That’s where we’re at now. And it’s really the fault of all the gutless White people who came before us, and were “tolerant.” Now, we have a lot of literally insane White people who revel in anti-Whiteness. There is no parallel for this in the history of the world. But that doesn’t make Kid Rock and TPUSA the good guys. They are offering up a figurative NASCAR. If I don’t want to hear Bad Bunny or Ludacris, and Elvis Costello isn’t invited, why must I listen to Ricky Skaggs- style country music? It’s kind of like our political “choices.” Democrat or Republican. Not even a Libertarian or Green Party with a chance of winning.

So how does the NFL plan on topping Bad Bunny? Somewhere in this great land of ours, a gender fluid talent may already have been born, may already have been “transitioned.” Maybe next year, we’ll have an all transgender spectacle at halftime of the Super Bowl. Would that be any more offensive to the traditionalists? And the conservative alternative- which is very much like the old rebuttal to the State of the Union address by the party not in power- could perhaps be a Zionist extravaganza. Are the Beastie Boys still alive? Most of KISS is still around. You know Gene Simmons will be there, if you dangle the cash. That’s really our “choice” in all matters now. A viciously anti-White mainstream, and an ardent pro-Israeli, nondenominational response. If you listen to sports talk radio vs. news talk radio, you’ll get my point. The rest of us should start our own local societies, as my friend Vince Agnelli advocates. We’d never have to worry about traffic or overpopulation.

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