The Liberal obsession with shutting down everything in the name of political correctness is undoubtedly insane, but now that the ideology has been poison-tipped with a not-so-deadly virus, America is becoming an increasingly unrecognizable, uninhabitable place.
It’s not every day when a grown man drops heavy tears onto his keyboard in an unexpected wave of emotion; it’s even rarer when he admits to it. But it happened this week.
Perhaps as a form of escapism from the madness that is steadily encroaching upon every single human activity, I foolishly clicked onto an article about a brawl that broke out during a baseball game between the Oakland A’s and the Houston Astros. Certainly here would be a nice dose of raw, unfiltered reality without the incessant virtue signaling insanity, right? Judge for yourself.
After getting hit by a pitch for the third time in as many games, Oakland A’s player Ramon Laureano decided he had had enough and charged the Astros dugout. These delightful displays of toxic masculinity, when both teams clear the benches and smack each other around for a few harmless minutes, have been a regular part of baseball, the ‘national pastime,’ since its inception.
The new ‘normal,’ however, promises to change all that. Now, a strapping, salaried athlete might actually break a nail, or worse, infect himself with a viral disease with a reported 99.8 survival rate. So as the players piled onto one another in a sweaty mass of manhood, releasing their pent-up testosterone under the bright lights of the Coliseum, the only thing the article could focus on was how dumbass Laureano had broken the Covid social-distancing rules. Not that it really mattered anyways, since most of the players were sporting form-fitting surgical masks in the dog days of August, which, by the way, may have been the reason tensions were high in the first place.
I was about to click off the article out of sheer disgust when something in the accompanying photo caught my attention. Something looked wrong about the fans in the audience. They seemed a bit too sedate and straight despite the heated action playing out before them. And here is where the first tears fell. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the fans were actually a bunch of dummies, cutout cardboard replicas of the real thing.An Unforgettable Liberal Romance: When Covid-19 Lockdown Meets Cancel Culture