Unknown athlete from insignificant sport does what heroes do
Liberals really are smarter than the rest of us. Apart from the fact that they say it all the time (not to mention obnoxiously conflating higher levels of education with moral fortitude), they get us to pay attention to things that really have no bearing, relevance, importance, or meaning, even for those of us who do work in close proximity to a water cooler.
I have to hand it to Gwen Berry; hammer thrower extraordinaire. She got us talking about her instead of continuing in the mode of not knowing she existed. She’s also the best hammer-wielding hero this side of Thor…or Captain America for those five minutes of Purple-Man-butt-kicking-awesomeness. She’s probably a better hammer thrower than those two ladies who medaled above her. Being a leftist liberal and obviously smarter than the other two who performed better than she did, she’s obviously sandbagging it during the regular season and is going to turn on the afterburners during the playoffs, or whatever you call the Olympics, besides the most corrupt, self-important, and overblown sports system still being allowed to exist.
But I’m here to talk about her newfound hero status today. What makes her a hero is her refusal to be a mature adult. She threw a petulant fit during the National Anthem because that’s what heroes do. She wasn’t able to quietly abide a song without showing her displeasure and making it everyone else’s issue. That’s what heroes do. Come to think of it, I happen to not like the songs of Foreigner or The Scorpions. I need to be more vocal when they come on the classic rock station and refuse to shut up about it until whoever is driving the car or manning the checkout at whatever department store I’m in (customers throwing fits to hold up the store’s efficiency being the norm nowadays) switches it to the All Metallica, All Kanye West, All Johnny Cash, All Symphony, All the Time station that exists only in the dark expanses in my brain of weirdly eclectic musical tastes because I want to be a hero like Gwen. She distracted us from the privileged and wealthy life her professional athlete status has given her and badmouthed the country that has given her said status by pretending to talk on behalf of all people who look like her because that’s what heroes do. Much like a displeased toddler strapped in a car seat, she wasn’t able to sit still for a few minutes during an instrumental version of the anthem without telling the world that she can’t abide the idea that others disagree with her because that’s what heroes do. She wasn’t able to shrug off the traumatic triggering without reaching for a media microphone to do an angry interview, assuming they played the song to get under her skin, and making the entire affair all about her because that’s what heroes do. She badmouthed a country she’s representing on the world stage, a country that people from most other countries—even the ones who enjoy “Got your s*** together” status—want to come to and very often do despite our issues because that’s what heroes do. To sum it up, she created a national conversation, relevance, and attention where none was to be found with her complaining and whiny baby-ness because that’s what heroes do.
I’m sure this will lead to sports apparel endorsements and buddy-cop movie deals with Colin Kaepernick from virtue-signaling companies who aren’t content with putting out a product for a fair price without pushing political agendas in my face like so many competitive pie-throwers. She fits the profile for someone who would say something along the lines of “capitalism is white supremacy and oppression but socialism chubs up my genitals” but with her kid-flopping-on-the-floor-in-the-grocery-aisle-after-being-denied-candy tantrum, she’s creating work and wealth for herself, like some sort of dirty, whorish capitalist. She will no doubt ignore the irony and hoard the added revenue stream, because that’s…you know the rest.
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