If an NFL quarterback strolled out onto the field in Confederate Flag socks and wearing blackface, would we all rush to make sure and affirm that we all support his right to freedom of speech?
I’m thinking the answer is no. We’d say he’s a race baiting, hate filled and clueless moron.
Would we be wrong to say that it is a classless way to act, and that any credibility he had on any issue just went out the window?
Again, I’m thinking the answer is no. We’d say he’s a race baiting, hate filled and clueless moron.
Yes, Colin Kaepernick has the right to sit for the national anthem. It’s a classless, clueless and alienating move, but the government isn’t going to come by and place him in a gulag. That is absolutely the way it should be. However, guess what? He’s a race baiting, hate filled and clueless moron. That’s the truth of how it is.
People seem to misunderstand that he does NOT have freedom from consequence. He should absolutely be ridiculed, mocked and fired. We don’t have to fall all over ourselves trying to out PC everyone else on how he has the right to say what he wants. Yes, we know. He’s free to say what he wants. However, he should be booted from the NFL. His actions are disgraceful. Whatever shock therapy he’s engaged into give him that hairdo has also rotted his brain.
He’s an idiot. If I wanted to start a conversation about race relations in America and started off by burning a picture of Martin Luther King or Malcolm X, how’s that conversation going to go? I’d have to say, probably not well. When you act like a self-centered, ignorant douche, people don’t really sit up and listen to what you have to say next. Yet here is Colin, pissing off anybody who feels any form of respect for our flag. I think our nation has a lot of problems. I don’t think that pissing off the rest of the country is going to solve any of them.
Just like Colin seems to have forgotten the white family that adopted him, loved him and raised him, the sooner we forget about Colin Kaepernick, the better. He needs the Old Yeller treatment. We remember the good days fondly, try to forget the foaming at the mouth, and we take him out behind the barn and put him out of his misery before it gets worse.
Metaphorically, of course.