Stupidity is as American as baseball.
This summer the World Series of Stupid has taken place at Fenway Park. Wednesday night a dim-witted band of social justice warriors unfurled a banner on the left field wall which read, “Racism is as American as baseball.”
It took five of them to come up with that sad and mangled attempt at profundity. Many in the park wondered whether the sentiment was pro- or anti-racism.
When CSNNE reporter Evan Drellich caught up with them, they expounded in an equally flaccid manner, saying, “We want to remind everyone that just as baseball is fundamental to American culture and history, so too is racism. … White people need to wake up to this reality before white supremacy can truly be dismantled.”
How long must we suffer these morons?
Maybe for as long as both public and private institutions quiver in fear every time some activist pulls some asinine stunt.
When racist language is reported by questionable sources and corroborated by no one, the Red Sox jump into action — never adjudicating the facts and ever so quick to implicitly condemn their own fan base.
The perp in one case was banned for life by the team. (Not so for the wannabe heroes of this week’s banner flap.)
When a radio talker for the Sox flagship radio station criticized the team over the matter, he was missing in action the next day.
John Henry, when asked, was suddenly “haunted” by his team’s racist past and ready to change the name of Yawkey Way.
Weaklings like the Red Sox make it easy for the bullies — usually college kids with no real accomplishments — to play ‘make-believe’ as civil rights heroes. And the Red Sox play right along.
The thing is, of course, that you’d be hard pressed to find a white supremacist around here. Or anywhere. There is no white nationalist party with any power or influence in the United States. There is no threat. Their tenured post-modernist professor will tell them there is a threat by day and Stephen Colbert will by night but it’s not true.
This is all a result of the easy brainwashing of millennials who have extended their infancies for years by living at home, existing almost entirely on the internet and being best friends with mom and dad instead of striking out and living lives and learning a damned thing.
They are, as comedian Owen Benjamin calls them, “indoor cats.”
They’ve got no real life experiences and so are compelled to fill the romantic corners of their minds with noble role playing in the form of (in this case) illiterate activism. They unfurl banners, kneel for the anthem, and disrupt everything they can.
The service of the military veteran the Red Sox were honoring during the banner incident is true heroism. Getting booted from Fenway over said banner is the participation trophy version.
And the Boston Red Sox are right there to validate them.
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