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Fuck the Chiefs



It is Sunday in the fall and that can only mean one thing: Video games.  I would normally be patiently awaiting the kickoff of another Chiefs game but the NFL decided to make themselves the White Power wing of professional sports.

So yeah, fuck em.

When Kaepernick began his protest last year, I was proud of the dude.  Sure he was stating the obvious about America's treatment of Black bodies but naturally a lot of people went all "This isn't the place" and made several other completely stupid arguments about the field not being the place even though a gazillion people happen to be watching.

This year, something even stupider happened.  White people decided that this was all about them so they could be mad at something.  Even more infuriating they used one of the craziest turns of logic I've been privy to.  Instead of arguing the treatment of people of color they decided the real issue was the flag and the troops.

The flag was unavailable for comment because it doesn't have a mouf.  Disrespecting the flag is impossible because it doesn't have the feelings to be ouchea giving a fuck.  The flag is just a symbol.  It is a symbol for many things but what gets White NFL fans riled up is that it is a symbol of White American superiority and when young rich niggas force them to look at that, too many folks blamed the mirror for them not looking beautiful. The flag isn't butt-hurt but ugly ass NFL fans are.  Mind you, during the anthem half these people are already drunk and anyone watching at home sure isn't standing up for the it unless they are going to the bathroom before kickoff.  Instead of telling people to put their hands over their hearts, perhaps the announcer should tell the gentlemen to put their cocks away.  If the flag did have a mouth I'm sure it would express it's displeasure of people pissing during its theme song, not people holding America to the standard of what the flag is supposed to represent.

I'm still not sure how this became about the troops.  I haven't taken a poll but I'm pretty sure the troops aren't fighting so we can be told what to do on a Sunday.

Maybe I'm wrong.  Maybe Jerry Jones is right and the Flag and the troops are here to remind us that niggers should stay in their lane.  I mean, I'm sure all of those active military personnel of color are putting their asses on the line for the rights of police officers to bust a cap in said asses when they get home.

If the flag is symbol for something other than full citizenship for everyone, equally, than seeing it should be a constant reminder of America's transgressions against its own and NFL players wouldn't have to point that shit out.

I'm sure my boycott will end at some point but I have been aggrieved, I tell ya.  I don't think it will ever be the same.  I doubt that I will ever see another game in person because NFL fans have shown their true colors and I won't be able to forget. They left out the red and blue and went plain old white.

It's been real Chiefs Nation but for real, y'all don't fucks with me, y'all never did and now the feeling is mutual.  Also, keep beating the shit out of Raiders fans in the parking lot.  That shit is fun to watch on YouTube and they are all terrible people.

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