Back in the day, and not too long ago, the Super Bowl was a vehicle to showcase commercials and all the news toys of American capitalism, with the commercials themselves costing in the tens of millions to produce, with the cost of broadcasting to the tens of millions of viewers by far the most expensive at any time of the year. Often, the game itself seemed an afterthought. Many people tuned in just to see the commercials.
This year, the price tag for a prime 30-second spot was said to be $5.6 million, shelled out by advertisers who convinced their corporate clients that the expensively produced commercials would pay a return in greater sales, despite the high production and placement costs.
But this year’s Super Bowl, the grandest capitalist showcase of them all, with an estimated 106 million sets of eyes worldwide, was turned into a mini-socialist political event, taken over by the radical feminists promoting their agenda, pretending they are there to empower women and promote greater equality, when all they want is more power for themselves. The last thing on their collective mind was selling a product.
In the very first commercial, entitled The Secret Kicker, just before kickoff, started off in a football stadium with a field goal being set up. The ball was hiked to the holder, who set it down, and a kicker’s foot strikes the ball, sailing it perfectly through the uprights, as the stadium erupts in monstrous cheers. Then the cameras pan to all the joyous faces in the stands, black and white, who looked on as proud parents would.
Then the camera went back to the two heroes, the kicker and the holder, who took off their helmets, shook their long hair down, and revealed the faces of two women, one black and one white – who turned out to be women Soccer Stars Carli Lloyd and Crystal Dunn, though most people watching didn’t know who they were – who then stared up at the stands, to their parents and fans, with great pride in their eyes, like conquering warriors. A couple of the faces in the crowd, including a middle-aged white male, looked dumbfounded at first when he was they were women, but then erupted in joy with the rest, as everyone hugged each other. Then the camera shot faded to a screen that read:
LET’S KICK INEQUALITY – Followed by the words: Secret – ALL STRENGTH NO SWEAT, then a display of Secret feminine deodorant products, manufactured by Proctor and Gamble, a keystone of American consumer capitalism since its founding in 1837, traded on the New York Stock Exchange under the symbol PG, with a market value of $308 billion.
Now, The Secret Kicker was the first commercial of the Super Bowl, launched even before the kickoff of the world’s largest televised, testosterone-fueled sporting event on the planet, it clearly set the tone and theme of commercials to come, some including women in movies with superhuman powers, while the faceless male gladiators encased in plastic were left in the coliseum floor.
Then at halftime, in a rock show production featuring female Latina stars J Lo Lopez and Shakira, dressed initially like space age, sexless alien creatures, with no human femininity, in riveted leather, revealing as much ass and crotch as possible on international tv, with J Lo at one point sliding her pelvis toward the camera and into our bars and living rooms, then later performing a pole dance as if in a strip club, accompanied by fifty or so space age females bumping and grinding, while a sole, androgynous creature dressed head to toe in white, sang harmony.
Though for a company like P&G to pay $5.6 million for a commercial – or was it $11.2 million since it was a full 60-second spot – is hardly a drop in their massive $68 billion revenue bucket, it still raises the question about the corporation’s decision to place their products by touting female equality, whether it was driven by capitalist return on investment criteria, or whether they were bullied by the LGBTQ radical feminists, who are socialist, under the ruse of equality.
Because anyone with half a brain or who is a not a radical feminist could comprehend in a nano-second that the vast, vast majority of women are not able physically to compete with men in the brutal world of professional football, and therefore dangling this promise of empowerment to millions of young women stretches even the sleaziest bounds of lying on Madison Avenue, but that’s not what the commercial was about, the LGBTQ radical feminists know, though most in the television audience didn’t give it a blink of thought.
A week before the Secret Kicker commercial aired, lesbian talk show queen Ellen Degeneres had previewed The Secret Kicker on her show – while plugging her own commercial during the game that she said was filmed with Portia, her current “wife” – by telling her national audience of heterosexual housewives that the commercial was “about equal possibilities for women on and off the field, which I love.”
In the wave of national television hype for the commercial building up to the Super Bowl, Secret associate brand director Sara Saunders said in a statement: “More than two-thirds of girls believe that society doesn’t encourage women to play sports. We’re setting out to change this notion by spotlighting world-class female athletes on a field where gender equality is not yet the norm.”
Well, whether or not you are among the .0001 percent of the population – that’s about the same percentage of transgenders in the country – who believe women can compete with men on a football field, the commercial only serves to stir discontent among heterosexual Millennial women, to make them feel they are being discriminated against, or being excluded from all these equal possibilities Ellen talks about.
But that’s the strategy of the LGBTQ radical feminists, who have been around since the 1960s but gained enormous influence in the media during the White House years of Barack and Michelle Obama, and Michelle’s staff of 20 – and still do. They are employing brainwashing techniques through the media on young women, and men, the same tactics and philosophy used by Saul Alinsky, Barack’s community organizing mentor from Chicago who used them to organize poor blacks to attack city hall, now taken to the national stage at the Super Bowl.
“The despair is there,” preached Saul, who wrote the book Rules for Radicals dedicated to Lucifer. “Now it’s up to us to go in and rub raw the sores of discontent, galvanize them for radical social change.” And if you don’t have despair and discontent among the masses, Barack has learned, manufacture them through the media.
Look up “radical feminist” on the internet Urban Dictionary and it comes back with this:
“Radical feminism aims to challenge and to overthrow patriarchy by opposing standard gender roles and androcentrism (a culture focused or centered on men), and calls for a radical reordering of society. These suggestions often include the abolition of gender roles, the support of GLBTQ rights and liberation, the restructuring of the family, and economic changes to end any gendered privileges.” So it’s safe to say they are mostly lesbians or man haters, but then I repeat myself.
Now they have bullied their way into the corporate, capitalist, white man’s profit driven world, not only to stir discontent and promise equality and empowerment to the masses – when all they want is power for themselves. They are attacking the bedrock of profit-driven capitalism itself from the inside. As Saul said: “True revolutionaries do not flaunt their radicalism. They cut their hair, put on suits and infiltrate the system from within.”
There was a story a couple of years ago in the New York Times – where else? – about women employees at massive shoe and apparel company NIKE, who had gone around to other women at the company, asking them if they had ever felt discriminated against or marginalized or the targets of sexism by men. The survey was taken to the company president, and subsequently six top NIKE employees left the company. (Sort of like a #MeToo movement without the press hysteria.)
Now they have worked their devious ways into the greatest male sporting event in the world to stir up female discontent, not sell products.
They play blacks, too, like Charley Daniel’s fiddle player. Commercials at the Super Bowl, as they are throughout commercial television, show blacks, especially men, as empowered men, in middle class settings, often at the expense of white men, while in reality so many black men, especially in places like Chicago and Detroit and Baltimore, are barely existing in violent, drug-infested slums., The black men they see on commercials – like the young black boy who led the intro to the Super Bowl video and onto the field – would only serve up more discontent in their lives, not deliver the escape they see on screen.
It’s sort of like Barack’s Hope and Change. They helped get him into the White House when they heard the noble words. Now all they see is the same depressing, chaotic world, while Barack and Michele closed on their second seven-bedroom mansion, this one on Martha’s Vineyard.
But then again, one must keep the discontent alive.