You've no doubt seen a similar call to keep politics out of sports over the last few weeks. An historically unprecedented amount of football players and (lol) owners are kneeling or engaging in some other kind of protest to oppose either the president generally or the shooting of unarmed black men by police. (It's not super clear at this point. It certainly began with the latter and seems to be getting hijacked by the former.) "I support the idea of the protest, but keep your politics out of sports," is a sentiment you've no doubt seen.
They want us to stick to jokes, and I would LOVE to stick to jokes. I don't know any professional football players personally, but I bet they'd also prefer to just play football. I bet they also long for a time when their Sundays were spent running and hitting and throwing and catching as hard as they can without the added stress of figuring out where they fit into a national, historical movement. It would be easier for them if there was no politics in football, because before there were politics in football, they didn't have to think about kneeling or not, and they didn't have to deal with the booing if they did. But now they have to consider it. As Jason pointed out months ago, even keeping politics out of sports (or pop culture or writing) is itself a political move.
(Also, we should, uh, probably cancel football. Goddammit I hate my growing awareness and responsibility!)
Politics is everywhere and everything is political. Which sucks for me, because I'm an idiot. I'm not some politics guy, I'm Deany O'Beanz, Cracked.com's Creative Director of Upside-Down Sex Stuff. Believe me, when Wendy's unveiled their new Bacon Mozzarella Burger last year, I wanted to write a parody song of the opening number to Hamilton, changing the lyrics from "Alexander Hamilton" to "Mozzarella Hamburger," but our president told us all to boycott Hamilton, so now even mentioning it feels like a political statement.
The two dolla', flavor-hauler with fresh garlic/
is a steal, darlin', they are for real chargin'/
a measly two dollas. I am a food scholar.
Believe me, this shit is Delicious Incarnate.
I mean, you get it, that's airtight, you love it, this shit would have been glorious.
I miss doing pointless jokes like that. I would rather be writing columns about dumb internet stuff and other weird things that used to occupy my brain. I miss doing jokes making fun of bad websites. I would still be making fun of bad websites if we had a better president. Like John Mayer's haunted fucking nightmare self-indulgent dream wall. Look at this child's sandbox of a website:
If you move the cursor around, John Mayer's stupid eyes follow you all over town.