Now Is The Perfect Time To Talk About Damar Hamlin
Now Is The Perfect Time To Talk About Damar Hamlin
The social contagion of emotions around public events that shock.
They gathered the children around the portable boxy Televisions on wheeled platforms and made them sit āIndian styleā facing the screens in anticipation of what they learned the day before about space exploration and landing a man on the moon. They didnāt mention Stanley Kubrick, strange shadows, portable cameras, radio wave transmission speeds, or a warehouse in the Nevada Desert.
The children learned about the space shuttle, the booster rockets, and a school teacher āheroā from New Hampshire named Christa McAuliffe who would be on board the challenger the next day. It was to be one small step for women, one giant leap for school teachers.
The excitement of the school teachers in anticipation of the televised event spread to most of the school children. And then something happened that wasnāt supposed to happen and the shock and horror on the school teachersā faces meant the kids would get an impromptu recess.
That meant an extra game of dodgeball or smear the queer, a game where a football served as a hot potato and if you held it in your hand youād better outrun all of the other boys on the field or they had every right to tackle you and dogpile youāthe ball carrier and the queer.
We hit each other hard, with no pads. Kids got their wind knocked out all the time. Some got scraped, bloodied, and bruised, but nobody complained about it. Each boy dusted themselves off, rose to their feet, and turned themselves into a human missile targeting the queer.
It was back when you could say queer openly and loudly because there were no rainbow flags in the classroom or alphabet cultists teaching classes and grooming children.
After smearing the queer we returned to the classroom and noticed the teachers still werenāt right. They were weepy and inconsolable so we got to watch a movie about lions in the African Savanna in the library while all the teachers of the school went through one kleenex box after another.
Their hero melted up in mid-flight. It was devastating. The grief became so contagious some younger girls from the first and second grades started crying but only because the adults were crying.
We gossiped about the āblown upā space shuttle in the dark of the library. We were told not to believe our lying eyes because thatās what adults do when they think theyāre protecting children from lessons they themselves donāt have the capacity to teach. Most of them could barely handle the standard dumbed-down curriculum.
A lot has changed in nearly forty years.
Today that curriculum has been dumbed all the way down to no more SATS for college admissions, and no more mathematics courses because both are too difficult for people with darker skin tones. Is there any group more racist than patronizing liberals who think theyāre doing āgood?ā
Today people also perform their shock and horror online. They do it to increase their clout, gain social media followers, and not feel so alone in experiencing tragedies that are often easier to cope with millions of other emotionally incontinent mindless drones gravitating toward the same attention network.
Everyone has thoughts and prayers to offer because thatās the most common and popular form of digital grieving performance. As the comedian Anthony Jeselnik noted in his stand-up show of the same title, that amounts to nothing less than attention-seeking virtue signaling.
āDo you know what thatās worth? Fuckinā nothinā! Fuckinā less than nothing. You are not giving any of your time money or even compassion. All you are doing is saying: Donāt forget about me today. Lots of crazy news in the world today but donāt forget how sads I am.ā
I made a new years resolution for this corner of Substack that I wouldnāt chase a single fleeting news story anymore. And I would never copy and paste articles written by other outlets or play any gossip games by naming others that use this platform and might be part of a movement thatās not a movement for medical freedom.
So Iāve combined last nightās near-sudden-death spectacle on Monday Night Football now seen by half the country with other themes like social rituals of collective grief, public events that shock, smear the queer, and the shameless spectacle of moral policing other peopleās words on attention networks.
Itās that last one that has all the juice worth squeezing because there was nothing shocking about what happened to those of us paying attention the past few years.
Hereās what is far more shocking to most people: this is the first sudden collapse to happen in the NFL or NBA during a live televised game.
Iād been asked many times why the NBA and NFL havenāt had more of these sudden collapses during games as we saw on a near-weekly basis last year in international football.
Here are my theories.
Blacks make up 74% of NBA players and 55% of NFL players.
Black Americans didnāt get the clot shots in high numbers. Theyāre the most āvaccine hesitantā demographic by a green mile. The health community chalks it up to āhealth disparitiesā and āinequalitiesā among minorities.
The NBA and NFL players mostly got that CDC card that a five-year-old could make that showed they got the shots.
If youāre a professional athlete making millions of dollars and your body is your bread and butter that can get yo mama outta the ghetto, would you risk it all with an experimental injection when you can buy cardboard on Amazon and print your own vaccination card to present to your employer instead or buy one from your neighborhood hustler or teammate?
Europe and the rest of the world didnāt have index cards to prove vaccination, and many countries required the vax pass application, even to simply participate in society.
Professional football (soccer) teams had their doctors administer shots to players all at once, including Inter Milan where Danish midfielder Christian Erikson got his shots six weeks before collapsing on the field in front of hundreds of millions of people at the Euros. It was the first very public āsudden collapseā of a professional athlete in June 2021.
When Damar Hamlin went down last night millions of people around the world were all thinking the same thing.
And then the narrative managers got right to work to find an explanation that wasnāt the one that millions of people around the world were thinking about.
People are no longer permitted to believe their own eyes. Millions still donāt.
Despite hundreds of millions of football hits, the vast majority much harder than the hit Hamlin made, happening over the course of a century, this has never happened before.
It just doesnāt happen.
The sport of American football goes back to the late 19th century when players wore no pads and continued to wear no pads and leather helmets for decades. Injuries were common but heart attacks never happened even without the thick protective gear players today wear. Many of those guys smoked like chimneys and drank scotch like you and I drink water.
American football is a lot of stop-and-go, unlike soccer where players run with an elevated heart rate for two blocks of 45 straight minutes. Soccer players are among the most cardiovascular-tested athletes on the planet.
The NFL is particularly stop-and-go with television timeouts that last up to eight minutes. The average football play is four seconds, followed by almost a minute of rest. Throw in time-outs, quarter breaks, and halftime, and the fact that players in the NFL only play either on offense, defense, or special teams, and the average player is resting and sipping Gatorade 70% of a game.
I played college football for a dominant FCS program that was known for rough hard-hitting football. We won the national championship the first year I was there. Practices were always much more strenuous than any games.
But this point cannot be stated enough: Nothing like this happened then when I played, before, or ever.
It just doesnāt happen.
The moral police on attention networks get mad if you dare mention the āvaccinesā that were forced on millions who didnāt want them.
Now is not the time! This is about Lamar Damlin!
Thoughts and prayers only.
What about JFK? Is it a good time to talk about the CIA assassinating him or do we have to wait until his great-great-great-great grandchildren grieve first?
Now is the best time to talk about Damar Hamlin. Tomorrow and every day after will be the best times to talk about Damar Hamlin and toxic vaccines.
Not a second will pass that isnāt a fucking perfect opportunity to wake up millions of people displaying signs of cognitive dissonance and other psycho-social short-circuiting.
Those who donāt want other people talking about what everyone is thinking want to police debate and manage narratives because theyāre scared shitless.
They are like the teachers in the back of the dark library going through one box of kleenex after another after the space shuttle blew up with a school teacher on board.
They donāt want us to believe our lying eyes because thatās what adults do when they think theyāre protecting children from lessons they themselves donāt have the capacity to cognitively weather or logically grasp.
It would force them to reckon with three things theyāre too emotionally fragile to deal with that are eating them up inside.
The fact they pushed for others they love to be injected with toxic and deadly shit.
The fact they shamed those who dared ask questions or refused the toxic shit.
The fact that they still have the same toxic shit floating around their system which caused Damar Hamlin to ruin their sportsball night.
Facing oneās own mortality based on medical crimes against humanity would really blow a lot of minds that arenāt ready to be unprogrammed.
There are other factors at play.
Humility takes grace and poise.
Accountability for oneās mistakes requires courage.
All of these virtuous human traits and many more are in very short supply.
They will find other ways of coping by dancing around the truth.
Get ready for the new ācurrent thingā mind virus.
