“Taylor Swift is one of the most popular women in the world, if not the most popular,” the podcast host said.
What? Really? With everything going on in the world right now, Taylor Swift is up there on the global podium? The disconnect between that podcaster’s world and mine was startling, and a little disheartening. I thought we were making progress in convincing people that our nation is teetering on the precipice of tyrannical doom. I thought we were gaining national focus about the erosion of fundamental rights.
But no. Apparently millions of people still get giddy over tabloid divas. It indicates we still have a lot of work to do.
I admit Taylor Swift has kinda fallen off my radar. I knew she was a country music star (“Was she a country music star?” my wife asks, oblivious) and that she was once slighted on an awards show, but that’s about it. I wasn’t aware she’d attained some leftie goddess level of stardom, but since I rarely pay attention to those people and their world, she matters little to me. That’s not what this post is about.
Count me among the ignorant masses who have no interest in idiotic pop stars. But I do know football, and about idiotic football players like Travis Kelce. And that is what this post is about, sort of.
There is a widening disconnect between the two Americas sharing the same geography. We’re divided, and as much as the puppet masters pulling Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce’s strings would have us believe, it has nothing to do with race or political affiliation. The disconnect is much deeper than that, and more important, and more dangerous.
We have one set of Americans living like they always have — still using Facebook, watching cable TV, getting Covid tests, sending their kids to public schools, and taking antibiotics for every ailment under the sun. Having witnessed the Statists knee-cap local businesses, they nonetheless shop Wal-mart or Amazon Prime for just about everything.
But there is another set of Americans who are knee-deep in a war to save this country from a incremental overthrow by globalist predators. These Americans (and I’m among them — Hey, Fedboy!) have been convinced by the evidence that everything the media tells us is a lie and much of what the popular culture spouts is indoctrination. We’ve proven that elections are a sham, that Covid was a bioweapon, that political prisoners are getting rounded up by unrestrained Federal agencies. We’ve cataloged how the medical industrial complex, since around 1910, has incorporated junk science, banned traditional medicine, persecuted effective doctors, and has little to no interest in healing disease. It’s also governed by evil corporations with countless deaths on its hands. And let’s not forget that we’ve exposed how Washington DC and the judicial bureaucracy (state and federal) is corrupt to the core.
We in this America have also learned that the things we used to enjoy as distractions from the daily grind — like football and rock concerts — have been hijacked by the rapidly metastasizing cancer that’s destroying this country. Professional sports, arts and entertainment, the military, schools and universities, and multi-national corporations are all capitulating to the globalist agenda and carrying the sleepwalking masses along with them, one commercial at a time.
We thought we were coming out of the darkness of the ignorance tunnel after being subjected to this worldwide psychological experiment that turned so many of our countrymen into communists and collaborators. Others were just too preoccupied to bother questioning if the mandates and encroachments on liberty were, you know, Constitutional. We thought they’d learned by now how to avoid the shiny objects and silly narratives used to distract us from the things that matter, like a thousand missing people torched to death in Maui and lied about to their families, or a usurper president projecting his crimes on patriotic Americans and labeling us domestic terrorists. We assumed few Americans were going to be fooled when the next variant was rolled out or the next false flag was unleashed.
But lately I’ve come to realize that’s not the case. We have two Americas: one who recognizes everything I just discussed, and one that is somehow still clueless about it.
Two Americas, both alike in love of country, hopelessly disconnected about what loving one’s country means, and what Americans must do in order to keep it.
A perfect example of this disconnect can be found in the parallel responses to Travis Kelce’s latest blockhead moves.
When my America sees Travis Kelce shilling for Pfizer, we think, “Oh, poor stupid Travis.” Or maybe, “Screw Travis for choosing a bag of cash over the lives of young athletes across the country.” The fact remains that Travis Kelce pushing vaccines will cause young people to get them. People who get the Covid vaccines are dying and getting irreparably injured. This is a fact the other America refuses to acknowledge. Later on when we see him hooking up with Taylor Swift, and the NFL turning it into a soap opera side-show, we shake our heads, instantly recognizing a media-arranged union designed to push cultural and economic agendas. Or maybe — given Taylor Swift’s mental acuity and relationship history — we merely utter, “Poor, stupid Travis,”and pray they wake up and find Jesus before procreating. [If they’re both vaxxed it’s unlikely in any case since vaccines are demonstrably linked to infertility and miscarriage.]
That’s what we see, anyway.
The Swifties and regular old Americans who still post dinner pics on Instagram and buy tickets for concerts requiring masks see the Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce show differently. They go out and buy Travis Kelce jerseys. The day after Swift was seen mucking it up with Donna Kelce in the luxury box at Arrowhead stadium, Travis Kelce’s jersey sales increased 400%. That’s a sobering statistic for those of us who are doing everything in our power to convince our countrymen that we’re in a battle to save our country. Those folks turn on Sunday Night Football and think how cool it is that these two worlds are colliding.
Those folks in the other America have no clue that hundreds of men and women are rotting in D.C. jails, being denied due process, and have judges throwing out whole sections of legal precedent in reprehensible show trials. Those Americans think using facial recognition as tickets for MLB games is a nice convenience. They’ve never heard of a social credit score or central bank digital currency and they will probably say, “Sure, sign me up,” when told it’s mandatory.
We’ve taken solace in recent polls suggesting a majority of Americans believe elections are compromised, and harbor hope that they’ve finally realized Biden is a pedophile, his family is a crime syndicate, and that Trump’s arrest and prosecution is just another example of a corrupt judicial system. By now we’re amazed anyone would doubt that Ukraine is a western money laundering operation. We pray that the tide is turning and that our brothers and sisters — sitting across the imaginary aisles the media likes to segregate us into — are realizing it’s actually We the People versus a global elite who want all of us as slaves.
But then the Swifties remind us that there are millions of Americans so insulated from the treachery in their own backyards that they’ll gleefully go out and drop $180 on a moron’s jersey just because he’s dating an even bigger dolt they idolize.
Twenty-some years ago I remember having a conversation with a fatherly mentor of mine. Brittany Spears was at the height of her powers and had just taken another step into the deepening pool of sexual debauchery, and was celebrated for doing so. “Poor stupid Brittany,” he had said at the time. Later on Brittany Spears was cast aside, her profitability played-out and her story a cautionary tale against immersion into the swamp of popular culture. There are bigger and more important issues to get passionate about, which is something the Swiftie and Kelce fans would be wise to take notice of.
Until more Americans understand that their lying government is at war with them, and that corporations are committed to ending America, and that globalists are determined to subjugate and cut us down to size (violently, if necessary), we’ll just have to shake our heads and say, “Poor stupid, Travis,” and get back to work trying to convince them why that is, before it’s too late.
I say all of this as a lifelong, third-generation Kansas City Chiefs fan, who in 2020 ran out into the middle of an Alaskan snowstorm to scream for joy at winning the Superbowl. It pains me that a freakishly talented Hall of Fame player like Travis Kelce will forever be remembered by Chiefs fans like me as just another unfortunate lackey used and cast aside by more powerful men. I’ll have a hard time ever seeing him again as the great football player he is. Instead I’ll remember kids dying on the field, and a few hundred political prisoners willing to endure sitting in D.C. jails on his — and all of our — behalf.
Travis Kelce is now (unwittingly, I believe, because I think he’s a dimwit) part of a deeper problem that both casual football fans and Swift superfans are likely ignorant of. Kelce and Swift, like Brittany Spears before them, are merely pawns in an effort to strip you and I, and our children, of the morality, liberty, and freedoms that better Americans once fought and died for.
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Hidden Figures: The Sports World’s Silence On Sudden Cardiac Arrest
Sanctioning Abuse: Why Men of God Must Speak Against Trans Athletes
Standing Your Ground: Lawfare’s Attempt To Disarm America
If I Get SWATTED: Ponderings On The American Police State
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