Is there anything worse than listening to those hucksters in South Africa going bananas over the ugly game called football? Modern society is dominated by emotion and propaganda, not to mention profit, and when all three are combined what we get is the World Cup. Technicolor pictures of fat men and women jumping up and down while blowing into a contraption called a vuvuzela dominate the front pages, as if an order had come from on high to feature the most boorish and the fattest cheering for the most foul-mouthed and overpaid.
Posturing peacocks spouting gibberish go on ad nauseam about the brilliance of holding the cup in South Africa, a once wonderful country whose people will revert to murdering white farmers and each other the moment the hucksters move out. Papa Hemingway said that one goes broke slowly, then suddenly. The same goes for culture. It started in the Sixties, whiteness becoming a bad thing, and it’s been downhill ever since.
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