I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve cared about professional sports. Years, maybe decades. And last night’s Super Bowl? Not even a blip on my radar. I didn’t watch it. Didn’t stream it. Didn’t even know who was playing until I heard the winner on the radio this morning—and even then, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
At this point, the NFL is little more than a glossy package of political propaganda, marketed to the masses like a sugar-coated sedative. No thanks. I’m not paying to be brainwashed.
But I did wake up to one heck of a social media hangover. I scrolled through post after post about some clown named “Bad Bunny” who apparently did the halftime show. And within seconds—seconds—I knew exactly what had happened.
The images, the captions, the full-on Twitter trench warfare painted a familiar picture. Simulated sex acts, homosexuals, weirdos in bondage gear, and an absolute onslaught of anti-family sewage beamed straight into American homes.
Kids were watching. Pastors were watching. Maybe your grandma was watching. And they got an eyeful of Satan’s drag circus dancing to lyrics so vile even their own defenders won’t translate them out loud.
From what I could see just on Twitter, and trust me, that was too much, there were two men grinding on each other like they were in the back alley of a Miami nightclub. Women bent over, displaying their rumps and their racks like pig ribs in a butcher shop window.
It was filled with pornographic gestures choreographed to profanity-laced verses…but apparently in Spanish, so that made it okay. And people—actual human beings with working eyes and ears—are calling this joy?
But what really makes your blood boil isn’t the morally bankrupt God-hating performers. That’s expected. The truly repulsive part is watching so-called Christian leaders try to launder this filth as some kind of high-minded, multicultural kumbaya moment.
Enter Mike Cosper—the editor of Christianity Today. Yes, that Christianity Today, the one that used to carry at least a shred of theological credibility before it turned into the spiritual mouthpiece for NPR.
Cosper tried to spin the halftime show as a beautiful moment of “appreciation” for our Spanish-speaking “neighbors.” He literally said Christians ought to celebrate it. Celebrate what, Mike? The simulated orgies? The open-borders propaganda? The gender-bending lunatic with a tattoo of a man spreading his cheeks?
Or was it the part where kids got an unsolicited lesson in pelvic thrusts and perversion, all while Bad Bunny grunted out lyrics about licking genitals and pushing it in?
Keep in mind, this is the same Mike Cosper who absolutely loathes our president because he’s been accused of making sexual advances at women and talking mean to people on social media. He can despise the president for that, but celebrates it when America-hating foreign nationals co-opt American stages to do it. Our president has far higher standards than Mike.
This wasn’t cultural appreciation. It was cultural infiltration. It wasn’t kindness—it was conquest. A full-blown assault on what’s left of American greatness, the Christian family, and moral sanity. And Cosper, sitting there in his polished cardigan and “Rise and Fall” podcast tone, plays chaplain to the collapse.
Let’s be clear about who this Bad Bunny character is. Despite being a U.S. citizen by Puerto Rican birth, he’s a non-English-speaking, America-loathing, gender-confused pop puppet sodomite with a chip on his shoulder and a platform large enough to poison the well.
And the NFL handed him the keys to the biggest stage in American sports. He used it exactly the way globalist puppeteers hoped he would—pumping sleaze and rebellion into tens of millions of homes, wrapped in the flag of faux unity.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get more brazen, this walking billboard for moral decay hoists a football into the air—plastered with the words: “TOGETHER, WE ARE AMERICA.”
Sounds sweet on the surface. But read between the lines. This wasn’t a call for harmony. It was a smug declaration that borders don’t matter, that every failed narco-state and Marxist playground south of us is equal to our own sovereign nation. It was a massive, choreographed middle finger to the very idea of national identity, citizenship, law, and order.
And Christians—Christians—are defending it?
This halftime show wasn’t art, wasn’t joyful, and certainly wasn’t “unifying.” It was a sermon in perversion, preached from a stage once reserved for excellence, now reserved for depravity. And the fact that it’s being cheered by people who claim to follow Christ is far more damning than the performance itself.
What people watched last night was not entertainment—it was indoctrination. And unless we start calling it what it is, we’re not resisting it. We’re submitting.
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