You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Not standing for the National Anthem.
Spoiled. Pampered. Entitled.
Stand the F*** Up!
You are quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers. You are one of 32 men in the world who get to do what you do.
Stand the F*** Up!
You make millions. You don’t worry about paying your light bill. You don’t know what BOGO means, nor do you care.
You live the American dream. You drive a car that most Americans only see on the internet. You live in a house that most people can only appreciate when they go to a museum. You are so lucky, you don’t even know how lucky you are.
You are an NFL quarterback, an elite athlete, a multi-million dollar young man.
You won’t stand for the national anthem?
2 minutes of patriotic necessity, that is the fabric of our existence, the pageantry of our dreams, and you go to the equipment locker and sit down?
Stand the F*** Up!
You think anyone in Athens could pick you out of a line up?
American Football?
Who cares, they would say. In Athens they have problems like what will happen when they put their card in the ATM.
Here’s a really simple rule. The national anthem plays and you stand. You take off your damn hat, you put your hand on your heart and you shut your mouth for 2 minutes and you say to yourself. “God Damn I’m the luckiest motha F***** in the world.”
You make millions and millions of dollars to play a game.
A game?
You are not special outside the skill set of your sport.
You are tall and fast and have a bionic right arm. So what?
So do a bunch of a goat herders in South America.
Playing quarterback in the NFL is only part physical. It’s also the other stuff. The intangibles like leadership and bravery and intestinal fortitude.
You are weak and worthless and I wouldn’t follow you into a men’s porta-john.
You are so lucky, so fortunate, and you don’t get it. You wouldn’t make this money in Afghanistan.
You think kids with no arms and no parents, getting blown up in some Holy War that makes as much sense as toilet back wash in Alabama wouldn’t stand for their national anthem if it meant they could eat a ham sandwich without being peppered with an AK-47.
You think you could make millions of dollars a year to toss a ball in Prague. Could you even find it on a globe?
Nobody in Europe cares if you can throw a football 60 yards through a needle’s eye in Bagdad. They just want you to die because you are an American.
Die you bloody dog American. If you were walking down the street in Iraq and the gunfire whistled past your stupid face, would you welcome the American Calvary arriving in that Humvee with the American Flag flying on the front bumper? Yes you would. You’d thank them like the little bitch you are. You are spoiled and entitled and you’d expect the soldiers, who have been playing dodge ball with bullets and IED’s to save your whiny ass.
Do you think they’d ask you if you are black or white or upset about race relations in Topeka?
Nope.
“What so proudly we hail,” They scream as they sweep you away to a safe zone where your minimal skill set suddenly has value.
They’d save your stupid, worthless, football throwing life, because they are American and you are American and that’s what we do. That’s what they do. They have beliefs too. Maybe they don’t think this American machine is running at full capacity either. But you know what?
They respect this country. They respect freedom. They know what it is to pay the ultimate sacrifice. They understand mission and duty and not leaving a brother behind.
They wrap their hearts and soul in the red white and blue and fight in the sands of hell to make sure a douche like you can sit down during the National Anthem and tell me that racism exists in this country.
Waaa Waaa Waaa.
Thanks Einstein.
Now tell me how a guy like you can live the life you live anywhere else in the world?
You live the life you enjoy because you were fortunate enough that your daddy didn’t wear a prophylactic during an E Harmony moment with your mommy.
Lucky you. Welcome to America, land of the free, home of the brave.
Also a place where a whiny sniveling bitch like you can say what you want.
And yes, I get to say what I think too.
So enjoy the rant, cause I’m not done yet.
Don’t get me wrong. I understand the freedom of speech part of the American Dream. You get to express your views. You get to say what you think and make your statements in a way that offends people like me.
Yeah, I hear you. You are part black. You are also part white. There’s racism in this country and black lives matter.
I hear you.
So what?
You know what you are? You are an American.
And when you are an American, like it or not you need to stand up when the national anthem is played.
Just stand the F up. Pretend you appreciate the freedom you have. Pretend you understand that millions have stood to answer the call so you can sit and defecate on your American dream.
The national anthem symbolizes freedom. It’s a warm blanket that bathes us in solidarity.
For two minutes, it reminds us why we should be thankful we don’t live in a dusty village in Africa where we bathe, poop and drink in the river all at the same time.
Oh Say Can You See is a patriotic heart beat that reminds me of the countless white and black and Asian and Hispanic men and women who have died protecting my right to think free thoughts.
Are there problems in this country? Yes.
Am I going to change anything by disrespecting those who have served and fought and protected our liberties?
No.
Would you go into church and spit because you don’t like Jesus?
Would you drop your pants and crap in the synagogue because you don’t speak Hebrew?
Yet you can’t stand for a measly 2 minutes to honor the country that pays you more money than you deserve.
Are you better than a teacher, a nurse, a bus driver?
You make a 1000 times what they make.
Do they have problems? Of course.
Guess what. Their jobs are actually valuable in other countries. People need teachers and nurses and bus drivers in the world.
You know what the world doesn’t need?
A Quarterback who can’t stand for 2 minutes during the national anthem.
So next time you hear Francis Scott Key’s golden oldie blare out of the P.A. system at Levis Stadium, stand the F up!
If you think there is racism, then do something about it. Get off your ass and fix it. Go into the ghetto and give poor people your money that you make because you were lucky enough to be born here. Get off your ass. Quit insulting me and the patriotic flavor that keeps me centered and proud and makes me want to change society for the better.
Don’t be negative. Be positive. Don’t be sedentary. Be pro active.
Stand the F up.
Life’s Crazy™