Jeff Bezos and the Seattle Death Star
As I sit here in southern Maine freezing my gonads off, I need a break from this Death Star of an administration.
With what transpired in Fulton County Georgia and the shell game known as "Catch of The Day" (to benefit Susan Collins reelection) along with countless other autocratic atrocities, we are getting closer and closer to running for that northern border.
My distraction to the insanity comes from sports, primarily Boston sports, so the Patriots unexpected run to Super Bowl LX has been welcome relief in our household. Of course, the prospect of facing the juggernaut that has been the Seattle Seahawks this year in the Big Game is daunting. Still it is a distraction from much darker goings on.
In team sports it is imperative to demonize one's opponent until the game is over. I like the city of Seattle and it's people. I even don't mind their sports teams, so trying to work up emotional revulsion for the Seahawks has been challenging.
That all changed with the announcement that their billionaire owner Paul G. Allen; who bought the team for $194 million, plans on putting the franchise up for sale for at least $7 billion dollars and despicable tRump ass kisser Jeff Bezos has the inside track to becoming the new owner.
My vitriol for the Seahawks is now off the charts and I hope with all my being that Mike Vrabel and Drake Maye can find a way to overcome their underdog status and send the Seattle Death Star home with a painful loss.
Go Patriots!