The Beginning of the End

I know it's taken me quite a while to even begin to process how wrong I was about Tuesday night.

The previous post with my prediction is remaining up, for one very concrete reason:  I had always understood that, if the election were, in fact, cast and counted fairly, I did believe there were enough self-haters and hateful fart-muffins that would install that Oompa-Loompa into office to do it.

I did believe Trump would win a fairly-cast and -counted election.

Now that he has, I know this is truly The Beginning of the End.

I will keep it to two things endemic to this blog.

The first is the Beginning of the End FOR this blog.  I will continue it as long as is possible.

The fact is, though, I'm dead.  I will not live to see the end of 2017.  The alt-Right will not, and cannot, allow that to happen for at least four or five different reasons.

I have watched some very beautiful and positive and light-hearted women turn absolutely VENOMOUS in the last 36 hours online.  I can only imagine what the men on the alt-Right have in store for them -- and for me! -- as this goes down.

The only question we are talking is time.  How much of that might be outside circumstance cannot be underestimated.

And, speaking of said outside circumstance:  One of the first people, on or near Election Day, that our new Fearless Leed-uh said voted for him and endorsed him was Bill Belicheat.

He also mentioned Tom Brady, but the media could not confirm, and some debunked, that Brady had endorsed or voted for Trump.

What that will almost-certainly mean is a manifestation of the second Beginning of the End Tuesday brings us:  A Beginning of the End of the powerful Black athlete being even given lip-service as to being showcased.

My anonymous friend and I have been talking, and are convinced he has lost the Black players in his locker room, except for the self-loathers who are willing to side with the David Duke-types Trump has in his supporter base because "I got mine, so fuck you!!"

This is also, parenthetically, probably the Beginning of the End of the NFL as you know it.  No, not saying the NFL is folding by any means, not saying any of the teams are in danger (though several SHOULD be as failing businesses, but that's another discussion)...

As the support of Belicheat shows, I believe this league is about to blow up on racial lines.  And one of the main reasons I have for it is a survey I found, I believe this was back when I was doing research work on the Ray Rice and Adrian Peterson debacles.  If I can recall or find where that was, I will happily either link it here or mention it later.

The survey said that most demographics' opinions of the sport of football (and their willingness to watch the games) had deteriorated over the last year or two -- with one exception.  White, middle-class America.

Didn't take me long to come up with a theory.  White, middle-class is the captain of the high-school/college team, with the perks like having the cheerleaders/dance-team as his personal harem to rampage through at his will.

The people in front of him?  The grunts like the wide receivers and running backs and linemen?  The Blacks who might as well die for football in the eyes of White, middle-class America.

Well, time to reap the whirlwind, America.  It's on.  We're just waiting for the next shots to be fired.