The Patriots vs. The Regressive Rebels

The Patriots vs. The Regressive Rebels

On the SJW Super Bolw Controversy

Every now and again, people will freak out over the internet about something that seems completely innocent and, quite frankly, stupid only to have something completely unrelated and uncontroversial happen and then the focus switched to entirely different, yet somehow just as stupid, thing. It never ceases to amaze me of people’s ability to take something that is the least controversial topic in the world and somehow twist and mangle it into something that is so far fetched and ridiculous that you, as a person who values logic and has a great deal of common sense, spend hours upon hours thinking of the mental gymnastics one must go through to arrive to the conclusion that the mass on the left or the right have come to. That very thing happened this year in the events following Super Bowl 51.

Football, or any sport, really, should be one of those areas where politics and other controversial topics stay away. Sure, a football player or coach can express his own political opinion that you may or may not agree with, but there is a certain need for many people on the left and the right to see something that is completely harmless and uncontroversial and make it the biggest thing in the world (you know, only for a couple of days because of how short the attention span of the average American is). Following Super Bowl 51, many SJW nitwits decided to take to Twitter and somehow link the Patriots’ huge comeback to win the game, which is, lets be honest, one of the greatest comebacks in NFL history, to racism in the United States of America. Some even resulted to link it to the presidential election, the Falcons playing the role of the never-can-do-wrong Hillary Clinton and the Patriots taking on the role of the evil Hitler-like (even though he has yet to advocate for the mass extinction of any race or religious group) Donald Trump.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I can’t stand Donald Trump. He’s a sleazy pathological liar who pretended to be some populist but is really a corporate stooge in disguise (yes, America got doped for the third election in a row into voting for a fake populist) and an all around slime ball. I didn’t vote for him and would have never voted for him. Hillary Clinton (though she was still an evil) was the lesser of two evils, by far. And I hate to break it to you, but I can tell you from the experience of living through both of these “controversial” events that they’re different. For starters, the Atlanta Falcons actually earned their NFC championship and didn’t have it handed to them by sleazy undemocratic tactics like a certain Democratic presidential nominee (***cough, cough, Hilary Clinton, cough, cough***). On top of that, the New England Patriots, while extremely unpopular, are a hell of a sports franchise. Donald Trump was a mess when he ran and is still a mess today (we’re talking about the man who freaked out when someone made comments his tiny toddler hands). So, I’m not seeing the conspiracy theory here.

Some could be upset because Bill Belicheck and Robert Craft supported Donald Trump. The simple fact of the matter is that this is just as stupid of a reason to get this upset over anything. To put things lightly, people are allowed to have their own opinions and disagree. Yes, I know, it might be hard to accept, but it is true. And just because someone has a different political opinion than you, it does not make them racist or sexist by default. For the love of god, it was even a black man for the Patriots who scored the winning touchdown. This isn’t racism; it was a goddamn football game that people are bitching over when there is no real sign of racism there. They are making racism out to be bigger than it actually is because, lets be honest, it isn’t that big of an issue on a systemic level. Yes, racism absolutely still exists (the KKK and Black Lives Matter are proof or racist organizations) but it more of an individual issue than a nation wide one.

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I Blame My Dad For My High Expectations

Dad, it's all your fault.

I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

My dad also knows when to give tough love. He knows how to make me respect him without having to ask for it or enforce it. He knows how to make me want to be a better person just to make him proud. He has molded me into who I am today without ever pushing me too hard. He knew the exact times I needed to be reminded who I was.

Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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Irish-American History Is Just As Important As Any Other Culture, You Can't Prove Me Wrong

I cherish being Irish and I will not let anyone let me feel bad for that.


Depending on when you're reading this, Saint Patrick's day has either just passed or is around the corner. For me, Saint Patrick's day is tomorrow. I've been debating this article for some time now because I didn't know how it would be perceived. At this point, though, I feel it's important for me to get out. No, Irish people were never kept as slaves in America, and I will never be one to try and say they were. However, Irish people were treated tremendously awful in America. A lot of people tend to forget, or just try to erase entirely, the history of the Irish in America. So much so that I felt shameful for wanting to celebrate my heritage. Therefore, I want to bring to light the history that everyone brushes under the rug.

In 1845, a potato famine broke out across Ireland. This was a big deal because the Irish lived off, mainly, potatoes. They were cheap, easy to grow, and had tons of nutrients. So when the famine struck, many people either died of starvation or fled to America in seek of refuge. When the Irish arrived in America they were seen as a threat to the decency of America. People viewed them as drunk beasts, sinful savages, barbaric, violent, belligerent, stupid, and white apes. When the Irish would go to look for jobs, many times they found signs that read "Irish Need Not Apply," even when the job was hiring. Therefore, the Irish did the jobs no one wanted, and even jobs African slaves wouldn't do. The biggest example of this is when Irishmen built canals and drained swamps. They were sent to do these things because of the enormous amount of mosquitoes; in the swamp, they would get bit and ultimately die of malaria.

Also, during this time, Irish people were poor and therefore lived in the same neighborhoods as the free African Americans. A lot of the Irish people were friendly with their neighbors of color and even got into interracial relationships. Because the Irish lived in these neighborhoods they were seen as dirty and even a lot of people at this time put African Americans higher on the totem pole than Irish. One person during the time even said, "At least the black families keep their homes clean."

The main reason American's outlook on Irish people changed was that most Irishmen took up fighting for the Union in the Civil War. I make this argument, not because I think the Irish suffered more than African slaves. I don't say this in means of trying to erase the struggles of the African slaves. I do not think that any of our ancestors should have been treated the way they were. I mean to say that the Irish did in fact suffer. Irish people were treated wrongly on the basis of...nothing. Simply because my ancestors hailed from the shores of Eire, they were treated with malice. And I write this simply because I want people to remember. I want people to understand what happened.

On Saint Patrick's Day this year, next year, and for the many years to come, I want people to embrace the Irish culture. I want the folks of Irish heritage to not be ashamed of where they come from; to not be ashamed to share their culture the way I have for many years. I want everyone to have a beer, wear some green, eat a potato or two, and dance the Irish step; to celebrate the history of Irish people with a bit more understanding than before.

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