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Straight No Chaser: We are all born brave
“We are all born brave, trusting, and greedy, and most of us remain greedy.”
– Mignon McLaughlin.DENVER — Like most , I’ve never been a fan of the NFL’s preseason war games, with the predictable popular reasons why not; half these cats will be back-on-the-farm in Chadron Nebraska, or working at their Uncle Herman’s cleaners.
The strategy is not to “win the game”, but, to evaluate talent under game-like conditions, so the drama is less, because the intent is different. Yet, they bill this as a “game.”
It’s as close to semi-pro/Arena league as the NFL gets, and I hate it.
Now granted the NFL owners reluctantly recognize this wild hair growing out of my ass, but they don’t really give a damn. Why? Well, because enough fanatics still show up to witness a real NFL game.
And plenty tune in to watch the game, on the NFL station even, where our funds are guaranteed via our glutenous appetite for pig-skins.
I’ve got the NFL Network, the games, the package, if I had to, I’d give them my wife and mother – if that would insure I keep the package . . . you could say I’m hooked.
Nevertheless, I know this – the fans frustration at the B game level of preseason – is not the prime motivating factor behind extending the league. No. It’s greed.
“Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed.”
– Mahatma Gandhi.
Commissioner Goodell and the gridiron Emperors he fronts, are tired of speculating about the moo-lah they could be making, to the point, they’ve decided to stop dreaming and wishing, and start doing.
Not to mention, these wealthy fat cats are too impacted by the economic downturn . . . . The money trees they planted on the back forty . . . it ain’t happening baby, so they are looking at their human assets to produce mo-money.
“Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth and whatever you feed it is never enough”
– Janwillem Van De Wetering.
I’m sorry, but this quote seems to be tailor-made, customized to fit this era of e-lites that the NFL owners belong to. The top 5% of this nation, whose appetite for “more” appears to be insatiable, they just can’t get enough: Enough power, enough clout, enough games . . . enough money.
Why not go for 20 games? Maybe a shortened “spring season” could generate mo’ money? Perhaps they could have players done cooperate advertising on their jerseys, like NASCAR drivers?
Might the actual playing field be decorated with cooperate sponsors? Maybe the ball itself could have business decals plastered all over it?
“He who is greedy is always in want.“
What’s lacking in subtlety here; the owners are endlessly in search of . . . mo money, and the players, being also blinded by the bling, propelled by the blang – are they themselves always trying to figure out how to make . . . mo-money.
Even at their own physical determent, even if it means placing themselves in harms way i.e. Ray Ray “Killer” Lewis coming at full-tilt. Smoke coming out of his ass, ears spinning like little windmills, snortin’ blood.
“Poverty wants much, but avarice — everything.“
– Pubilius Syrus.
I can only conclude – the untold billions the NFL currently rakes in . . . is simply not enough. Which of course is the capitalistic thought process: Every day, every week, every quarter . . . mo’ money should be made.
The brain trust should always be in the lab – with a pen and pad, calculating how to cut the cost of labor or production . . . so the investors can make mo’ money.
It’s one thing to make 3.5 million, but its much better to make 3.75 million.
The players, most haling from meager circumstances – are already making mo’ money then 98% of their childhood peers . . . and still that aint enough. Two more rounds in the coliseum, with the lions.
Lion, not a good metaphor, lets go with Cardinals
The NFL roundtable is no different then Wall St, in that they’re players, willing to do anything to make . . . mo’money. If that entails shipping front-office bread winner jobs to . . . Timbuktu – so be it.
If that means the lawn crews are manned by illegal-immigrants from across the oceans, or below the Southern boarder – so be it. If that means not paying a respectable player pension to the cats who dug the well these fatcats drink from . . . so be it. If that includes having the team jerseys made in China, that’s OK, it’s all about the bottom line . . . makin’ mo’ money.
Did I say “drink?” Try “gulp,” to the point of being drunk – with power.
This is what the American population must come to grips with, and this is gonna be hard, we’ll need some Lester “the molester” Hayes ” Stick-um” to actually get our arms around it . . . “wrap up” –
The NFL, along with ESPN and FOX sports are multinational International companies. They’ve no morals or values beyond making money and mo’ money. They’ve no allegiance to this flag, or the people (us) that it allegedly represents.
Matter-of-fact, they fly no flag but the Skull n’ Cross-bones. Their primary goal is to be profitable, make mo- money. That’s why it’s no coincidence Condeleeza Rice is a welcomed voice at the NFL Owners meetings this past week, or, as I’ve amplified here before, Rush Limbaugh boast about being “friends” with more than a handful of NFL owners. This is a prestigious country club, composed of elitist.
They are, and this is . . .
Capitalism, unbridled, reckless Capitalism.
Greed: A word commonly used by liberals, low achievers, anti-capitalists and society’s losers to denigrate, shame and discredit those who have acquired superior job skills and decision-making capabilities and who, through the application of those job”
I’d suggest that sums-up the opinion of those I’m attacking. The ruling elite in America, of which NFL owners fall under, that class of individuals has a tendency to . . . consider the source, and if that be working class people – they’re quickly dismissed as jealous dumbasses.
They do assign value and worthiness based upon bank accounts and assets, they do judge their critics based on how much they earn a year, what color their skin is and what does or does not jingle between their legs.
Corporate America has demonstrated . . . they don’t like nor respect working class people. So that’s why they’ve abandoned and betrayed Blue Collar America, the Middle Class – starting with the steel and iron industry in the 70′s.
They’ve turned their backs on the mid level workers and they pulled the rug from underneath the dingy white collar class of tele-workers, the folks who use to get a job in a factory making Widgets, were now manning phones, taking orders and answering questions.
Now somebody in India does that . . . for peanuts. No really – peanuts.
A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. “Which wolf will win, grandfather?” asks the young boy. “Whichever one I feed,” is the reply.”
I’m passing this tid-bit on to my son, hoping he passes it on to his children . While at the same time I realize there are millions of Americans who wouldn’t pass such a thought on.
Perhaps starting with Limbaugh, the mouthpiece for the Thurston Howell III wing of the GOP is justifying the AIG bonuses, belittling, slighting the protesters outside the mansions and estates. Of course he’s in favor of the bonuses.
And a friend to many NFL owners.