I was loathe to watch the Super Bowl yesterday. However, it was the only opportunity in some time I had to spend with my nephew and the rest of the family so I stuck it out. I simply think football (and other sports) are "Bread and Circus" for the masses to keep us entertained and not focussed on the misery of the world (especially now on the verge of WWIII). The athletes are egregiously overpayed, live extravagent lifestyles, and, it is safe to say, most give no thought to God.
We were witness to the "Black National Anthem", thus further sowing division in the nation; Ice Spice's inverted cross while making the sign of the Cornu (the "hail satan" symbol) while Usher danced in the fires of hell. The only things ludicrous about Ludacris were his outfit and hair. Commercials were shallow, not funny because they tried too hard to be funny, and we got our dose of "Diversity, Equity and Inclusion" as, during the commercials, we got the annual lesbian kiss and the co-opting of Jesus.
Jesus washed feet once...at the Last Supper on Great and Holy Thursday. This commercial had, with the exception of one scene, all whites washing the feet of blacks, Native Americans and even a Muslim with a hijab. The evil cowboy washed the foot of the Indian, the cop washed the foot of the "misunderstood" black man, the Christian washed the foot of the Muslim, the straight man washed the foot of the gay man. Because, "BAD STRAIGHT WHITE MAN!"
Jesus Himself would have rebuked me as I found myself saying with the apostles, "Rain down fire on them LORD."
THAT having been said, the entire commercial was the leaven that the woman sowed in the dough, and such poison and misrepresentation of Christ will now be seeded into the minds of those who watched. Jesus tolerated. He did not "accept", and there's a HUGE difference. A difference between Heaven and Hell.
I watched commercials sing the praises of Pfizer, murderer of thousands upon thousands; fawn over Taylor Swift with her (ugly) boyfriend Travis Kelce. The entire event was sick and godless.
...and America lapped it up.
As a side note... Taylor Swift is NOT Zeena LaVey. Zeena's son Stanton wanted me to write his biography. I assure you, I would have been told. (Although I did get plenty of dirt on Marilyn Manson...) Travis Kelce's sequence outfit that he arrived in would have made Liberace proud. He didn't even knew how foolish he looked. I thought I was watching Saturday Night Fever.
Every moment was tortuous. For me anyway. Bitterness? Or the Gift of Vision? Thank The Holy Spirit it's the latter.