Malum Lepus

For as long as I can remember, which is considerably longer than most of you (sadly), I have never given a rat's tushy about the halftime show at the Super Bowl. In 1967 when they played the first Super Bowl -- Green Bay vs. Kansas City -- they didn't even have a halftime show.

Maybe they did.

It was probably the Ashwaubenon High School Marching Band doing their salute to mayonnaise. That's right I looked it up because "specificity equals humor."

But as of late, the powers at be at the NFL have been booking bigger and bigger celebrities to amuse half-soused football fans between the halves. But let's be honest, it's really to keep viewers glued to their flat screens for the folks who pay for the extravaganza -- the advertisers. Who now shell out close to $10 million for the privilege of showing off their "creativity." 

More often than not, that "creativity" is also showcasing other celebrities in a contrived, overly produced bit of celluloid that will quickly be forgotten. And ridiculed online, ad infinitum. 

This celebrity driven nonsense is akin to Trump's tariffs. In that the only being money actually changing hands is from your bank account to the obscenely wealthy people who are calling the shots. 

Last week the shot they called was for Bad Bunny. I have no affinity for the BunnyMan. I've never heard his music. And until his appearance on Saturday Night Live, have never seen him. 

Gauging from his "acting" abilities, it's probably best that Mr. Bunny stay in his own musical lane. However it's not his lack of comedic timing that has melanin-free America up in arms. It's the fact that he sings/raps/performs his music in Espanol, which happens to be one of the Romance Languages, see Italian, see French, see Portugese. Whereas English is part of the Germanic languages. 

If you see shades of white supremacy here, you are not being overly dramatic. Many of the uber aryan forces in Trumpworld -- Megyn Kelly, Tomi Lahren and others -- are having a hissy fit about this lupetian selection. Claiming of all things, that the NFL should have picked a real American. 

I'm not sure where these cretins draw their base of knowledge regarding American history or what constitutes an American. Perhaps they, like our paper-towel tossing president, don't know Puerto Rico is a US territory, though it's an island and separated from the mainland.  By lots of water. Wet water, in terms of wetness.

Similarly, I'm equally sure that they don't realize that Spanish was spoken on American land before much of it became American land.

At this point in our collective disastrous timeline, why even bother with facts? Or the Constitution? Or even the Bible, which once was the handbook for Christianity but has now been co-opted by conmen, pedophiles and xenophobes?

The only thing that would make them happy would be to replace Bad Bunny with a has-been of never was, like creepy Ted Nugent. Or talentless Kid Rock.

Cayete tu boca, ustedes tienes un pinche cabeza de merde.