And It's Root, Root, Root For The - OUCH! My Head!

From the files of “You Can’t Make This Shit Up” comes another story of fan on fan violence at sporting events. This time however, it apparently involved an LA mother and son curb-stomping some poor goomba from NYC because he was wearing another team’s jersey and that just can’t be tolerated. Is this really where we are? It’s 20-motherfucking-15 people! I’d like to think that we as a society have gotten passed such trivial nonsense as physical violence toward another human being because he wants one group of men to outscore another group of men in a game most people stopped playing before they had hair on their chinny-chin-balls. Look, I don’t want to get off on a rant here but let’s call this exactly what it is: Donald Trump’s fault. That’s right. Thought I was going somewhere else with that? No such luck people. Let me explain. We as a society have slowly (and sometimes catastrophically rapidly) slid down the mental meter over the past 50 years. We have gone from caring about putting men on the moon and discovering advances in science to putting blowjob heiresses on TV and discovering new video/selfie apps for our piece of toast-sized phones. The day the top scientist decided curing male impotence/baldness was more important than cancer is the day we gave up. So as we stand in line overnight to get the new iPhone, asshats like Trump have slowly been gathering power and support and are waiting for the day when they can completely pull the wool over out eyes and achieve the ultimate power status – leading the free world. We have completely turned into the “no way this could ever happen to us” future in the movie Idiocracy. Violence plagues our TV and movies, we worship sports stars like they were gods (you don’t? Would you ever wear some random dude’s name on the back of your jersey like you were going steady? But you have no problem wearing some 24 year old physical specimen’s name everywhere you go…) we have devolved into some Mad Max-type Thunderdome society. So don’t get mad at mom and her lil’ fella for doing what we have taught them to do their entire lives: worship teams and products and stars like they were their own and go ahead and fight/stab/shoot anyone who says you’re wrong. Hell that’s just what President Camacho – I mean what President Trump wants. But I digress…