My older brother came by and we watched the Super Bowl. It was nice spending some time with him, but I wish I had those hours back. I realize that I’m completely intellectually and emotionally disconnected from this arbitrary sport.
But the game itself was competitive from that standpoint. What really brought me down and wishing I had those hours back was the horrid halftime show and the pathetic, stupid, vulgarian commercials. It’s so sad to see that apparently the way to sell stuff to the dopes is to present every white American male as a dope.
We are creatures of culture. No man is an island, and all that. But as I was telling my brother who asked my opinion about the commercials and halftime show: “They might as well be space aliens. This is all as if from another planet.”
So do we commiserate with each other in our noble isolation outside the cultural gutter? To some extent, yes. But I never want to be one of those sad people sitting on the sidewalk with an “The end is near” sign. But outside of it we should be.
As I quipped to my brother, especially when viewing the halftime show (he thought only a golden calf was missing) was that when Islam says we are a corrupt culture in need of destruction, what can we say in our defense?