You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy
The National Anthem.
Oh, say can you see?
Remember when there was nothing political about the National Anthem?
It was a catchy tune, played before every sporting event.
You simply took off your hat, placed your hand on your heart and remembered why we are so damn lucky to live in the USA.
Remember Whitney Houston singing the National Anthem before the Super Bowl after 911?
It was a moment of moments.
It brought chills to my spine and tears to my eyes.
I don’t remember who played in that game, but I do remember her vocalizing freedom, her rendition so powerful, it was like showering in a patriotic fervor.
Americans were fueled by that moment, prepared to tackle whatever came next in the war on terror.
It was February 2002. Troops were headed to the Middle East and America was galvanized in a common cause.
America was still shell shocked by the atrocity of the Twin Towers coming down, the Pentagon being blown up, and airliners being hijacked.
The Super Bowl was a cathartic, seminal moment in American history.
A single song, beautifully sung, reminded us why we are the greatest country in the world.
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER.
One song. One moment. One America!
18 years seems like forever ago.
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
According to the internet, In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson signed an executive order designating it “the national anthem of the United States.” In 1931—more than 100 years after it was composed.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight
I woke July 4th 2020 to a surprising trend on Twitter.
F the 4th of July.
I had to stare at it for a moment to see if I was really seeing this correctly.
Yep. Countless people in the United States of America are saying F the 4th of July.
Celebrities like Miley Cyrus, who is famous and rich because of the freedoms afforded us in this country, now proclaim F the USA.
The country is racist and broken she proclaims from her Penthouse in the American Dream.
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
I just watched a Socialist Group called NFAC. (Not F***ing Around Coalition)
The militaristic group was dressed in black combat gear with semi automatic weapons.
They act like a platoon of soldiers, regimented and scary.
They are urban socialist commandos, long guns slung across their chests.
The man on the bull horn is screaming that they are ready to fight, challenging everyone to try and stop them.
“Threat Counter-threat,” he screams through a bull horn. “Your threats don’t mean shit to us.”
His diction is terrible. Why can’t anyone speak correctly anymore?
While he screams through his bull horn, challenging everyone is America to stop his squadron of socialist change makers, I can’t help but wince every time I hear an F bomb and the N word.
Why? Is this suppose to scare me? Is this rhetoric suppose to shock me to close my curtains and crawl under my covers and hope it all just goes away?
As his platoon of mask wearing soldier socialists attempted to maintain formation, he screams to nobody and everybody. “We Here. Where the **k you at? We in your house.”
If I am a school teacher for the socialist army of change, I am giving this platoon commander an F for terrible sentence structure, lack of transitive verbs and ending sentences with a preposition.
Does being socially aware also mean being illiterate?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air.
GOD BLESS THE USA
F THE 4TH OF JULY
And so the division of a country festers. While hot dogs and apple pie and Red White Blue are still the symbols of a country revered across the globe!
To many, this country and the flag and the monuments and the star spangled banner, are all that is wrong with America.
And until there is change, the war will continue.
The anti American sentiment expressed by these militant socialists with their semi automatic weapons will continue to boil.
And countless others with a twitter feed and spray paint will maintain disdain for this great nation of liberty and freedom.
Gave proof thru the night that our flag was still there
When Colin Kapernick took a knee for the National Anthem, NFL fans revolted.
He said it was to highlight police brutality. Others said taking a knee during the Star Spangled Banner denigrates the memory of active and deceased soldiers who sacrifice and have given their lives.
Perspective is reality.
Both sides feel they are right. Both sides say the other side is wrong.
Both sides are blinded by passion and unwilling to change in a world demanding change.
This year, not only will players take a knee during the Star Spangled Banner, but there is talk that a Black National Anthem will be played before the National Anthem.
I didn’t realize there was a black national anthem. 2020 is not only illuminating us on history, but in many cases rewriting history, too.
According to the internet; The NAACP dubbed “Lift Every Voice and Sing” as the Black national anthem in 1919. The decision came more than a decade before “The Star-Spangled Banner” was adopted as the national anthem of the U.S.
And so this song will now also be sung to commemorate Black America.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
It made me wonder; just how many songs we might need to play.
What about Hispanic Americans? Don’t they deserve their own National Anthem too?
If Black America gets a National Anthem, then surely the red blooded patriots of Hispanic descent deserve their own moment before the big game.
What if we played Oye como va before the Black National Anthem.
Every big screen in every stadium could have Carlos Santana ripping his guitar as the Latin rhythms of a proud people serenade the stands.
Oye Como Va!
Bueno pa’ gozar
Oh, and before the Mexican National Anthem, we could play the Native American National Anthem.
Perhaps a lone tom tom drum beating fervently, patriotically, signaling to a great warrior race.
A flaming spear could be thrust into the logo of every NFL team at midfield as a symbolic F you to the nation for stealing Native American lands.
And before you think that coin toss is going to happen any time soon, we have to have a Gay and Lesbian National Anthem. A rainbow banner must be unfurled. Perhaps a moment of silence and then a quick rendition of YMCA by the Village People.
And before the Gay and Lesbian anthem, it’s only right if we hear the Theme from the God Father for all our Italian American fans.
I would love a rendition of O Danny Boy for our Irish American fans prior to that.
How about Hava Nagila for our Jewish fans. This is the part of the pregame show where four hasidic Jews come onto the field carrying the place kicker on a chair spinning him around the 50 yard line.
And if you are going to have a Black National Anthem, how about a White National Anthem?
It’d be racist if you didn’t have a white national anthem.
How about Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
It’s got the word FREE in the title and it’s a great drinking song.
Every red neck in BAMA can’t be wrong.
And the live version is only 12 minutes long.
They can start the White National Anthem at 9am when people are pulling into the parking lot.
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see
And now that everyone has a national anthem, we can begin the game.
Game times for a single NFL game will increase from 3 hours and 30 minutes to 18 hours and 25 minutes.
Travel Agents and ASCAP lawyers will be necessary to book each fan’s seat due to the time necessary to pay homage to everyone and then play all the songs necessary without getting sued.
And here’s where freedom of choice really gets good.
Players can stand or kneel for any number of anthems. Take a knee for the National Anthem, but perhaps show respect for Free Bird.
Don’t feel strongly about O Danny Boy? Then sit this one out. Don’t worry. Nobody cares whether you stand or sit anymore. It’s America and everyone has rights and everyone has feelings and nobody should be left out or feel diminished or sad or disenfranchised.
With so many national anthems, just wait 3 minutes and you can dance in your seat and celebrate our Jewish American friends.
Stand. Sit or simply stare blankly into the sky, without really caring about the words or the group or their song.
Who really cares anymore.
It’s all about inclusiveness.
Sorry about you Polish Americans and French Americans. You’ll have to wait till 2021 to add your National Anthems to the NFL kickoff celebration now scheduled for 4 am each and every Sunday.
It’s America, and everyone has freedom to choose.
If you hate a specific National Anthem, boo loudly. Turn your back on the field. Smoke Meth.
It’s America. All bets are off!
When the Black National anthem is played, you can sit or stand or use that time to text a friend.
When the Gay national anthem is played, you can jump and down to make this anthem extra spicy and special.
And when they play the National National Anthem, you know, the old one written by Francis Scott Key, you can shed a tear and remember fondly back to the days of Whitney and that tingle that ran down your spine.
And by the time the game actually is played, it will only have taken 7 hours. Everyone will be represented, and nobody will be happy.
America the beautiful.
Whoever said Freedom was Free or an anthem was suppose to bring chills to your spine?
Oh and did I forget to say F the 4th?
And in the immortal words of the socialist mask wearing angry gun toting mob; “We Here. Where the **k you at? We in your house.”
Remember, in this new world order where nouns and verbs don’t matter; the F stands for Liberty!
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?