Sunday Bloody Sunday

One of my friends commented on how boring the Super Bowl commercials were this year. Of course they were, and it made me go into one of my tirades (I make them brief) about politics.

It infuriates me when people say that politics do not matter. If the quality of the air you breathe does not matter, if the quality of the food you eat does not matter, then I suppose politics does not matter.

It also matters when you're viewing a half time show and hoping to see some creative commercials. The chilling effect of the Bush administration and his F.C.C. has been heard and felt. What a tame show it was this year.

The N.F.L is greatly offended when Randy Moss figuratively wipes his ass and moons the crowd during a game, but playing Sunday Bloody Sunday, right after a Brit has performed during the halftime show is just peaches.

So what? Americans are so ignorant they have no clue what the song is about anyway, so just play it.

Play a song about the British killing 13 Irish people in cold blood, it won't chill the jubilant mood of the American viewing audience.

Who could possibly take offense?

It was much like the vice president dressing as if he were going out to shovel his driveway, when he is representing America and commemorating the Holocaust.

Then again, I'm often out of step with America.

I was not offended when Paul sang about pot and transexuals and I was not offended by Janet Jackson's breast.

I also do not find Buster the Bunny, Tinky Winky, Sponge Bob, or TO flirting with a beautiful blond woman at all offensive.

I'm out of touch.