COLDPLAY gets COLD SHOULDER as HOT NIGGAS DOMINATE

Two bits of good news out of the over-hyped Super Bowl. First off, NOBODY was impressed by Coldplay. As this San Francisco newspaper headline attests, flashy Nigga acts like Beyonce and fashion-boy Michael Jackson clone Bruno Mars easily stole the show away from boring Chris Martin.

Quoth the Frisco writer (probably gay and therefore always fancying Beyonce and Bruno Mars):

"Poor Coldplay. Going into Super Bowl 50 on Sunday, the members of the British rock band were the true underdogs of the big game...fans and critics were second-guessing the NFL for picking a quartet that’s better known for its weepy ballads than high-octane hits.

"Led by the perpetually goofy singer Chris Martin, Coldplay has always labored under the impression that it was the world’s second-biggest rock band behind U2. It’s come close, too, with the 2002 album “A Rush of Blood to the Head” and its 2005 follow-up “X&Y” selling close to 30 million copies combined worldwide.

"But sales don’t always translate into culturally defining moments. Unlike previous halftime performers such as Paul McCartney, Madonna and Prince, the group didn’t walk into the stadium with the songs that would inspire mass singalongs..."

So Coldplay was, what a surprise, a NOTHING act, and even before they hit the stage nobody cared: "Martin was nearly lost in the sea of fans who swarmed the stage, taking selfies and mugging for the television cameras." Sure, he wasn't dressed up in STYLE which Niggas do so well."

The second bit of good news? Everyone picked the Panthers to win, because, hey, their quarterback is a Nigga. He's cool. He is, in fact, the best. His team barely lost a single game all year. How cool is that? And let's all cheer any black quarterback in the racist NFL. After all, even though probably 80% of the players are black, 80% of the quarterbacks are white. Obviously some sort of racism at work, because NFL teams would surely prefer losing with a white quarterback than winning with a black one. Or something like that.

Well, this is AMERICA, and RACE has to injected into everything, like heroin into a whore. The fabulous BEYONCE was screaming "Black Lives Matter" during her show, and saluting the fucking Black Panthers, because she wasn't even born when those bastards were terrorizing the country. Now they, like Malcolm X, are considered heroes.

Then there was the Panthers quarterback, who people were supposed to root for because he's young, black and flashy, and prone to grinning and posturing and preening when he wins. This is all real KEWL in today's world of black excess. Nevermind that Ali did it first, did it better, and there's no need for this crap now. If you don't like Cam Newton you have to be racist!

The fact is, by game's end, most everyone was disgusted with this guy. He choked. He even ran away from trouble when the ball got loose and he could've pounced on it and saved a fumble. He gave a sullen and brief interview in which he grumbled that the opposition wasn't very special and he lost only because the other team scored more points. Duh. He showed ZERO class because he's basically a bully and a show-off, but very few in the media would DARE point it out. But some did.

Denver's quarterback, ancient Peyton Manning, had a mediocre season but with some luck and a strong defense, managed to get to the Super Bowl despite no longer having a strong arm. Aside from the white vs black difference, the real reason to favor one guy over the other was this year had the biggest age difference in Super Bowl history, with Manning 39 and Newton 26. If you're over 40, you root for Manning! Especially when a win would be his 200th, and would give him the distinction of snagging 2 super bowls for 2 different teams.

It was nice to see the hot shot kid fail, and the old timer hang on. Newton and his Panthers were favored in most betting casinos and by most pundits. Good. Fuck you all. Hope you all lost money.

There was plenty of reason to fast-forward, especially through all the stupid commercials with "famous" people shilling for beer and candy bars. Fast-forwarding through all the blabber and referee interference and replays, the game itself was easily whittled to less than an hour (from four). PS, in the early days, half-time was 15 minutes. Now that it's such big business, with several rock and rap and pop acts, it's bloated to over 30. The announcers insisted this was a GOOD thing, because it gave the players extra time to rest.

Peyton Manning? Retired. Coldplay? It's all downhill from here, and it couldn't happen to a more boring bunch of dopes. Beyonce, yo. Bruno fucking Mars, yo. That's some sick shit! Yeah! Know wuttum sayin'?