A lot of people struggle to articulate a brief and coherent reason why seeing a pack of multi-millionaires pouting like children, even now with the support of even some of their billionaire handlers, makes them livid. One of the popular progressive narratives comes in the form of saying that the intention of these over-flattered and over-paid athletes is not to denigrate our soldiers, police, firemen, or anybody else we associate with the flag, but to protest the mythical war of white supremacy on the hapless and oppressed negro. You and I know there’s an intrinsic link between the flag and valorous men, though, so that “out” doesn’t work on us.
Our sportsball champions have been foisted upon us as the new heroes of the new rulers of the West, taking the field in stadiums owned by corporations, employed by massive companies, and endorsed by gigantic global businesses. Meanwhile, old classes of valorous men who stood willing to sacrifice themselves for the good of the commons such as firefighters, peacekeepers, and soldiers, have an intrinsic link with the symbols of the commons, which includes our flag and anthem. The real rub comes from the fact that men who sacrifice nothing and participate in a childrens’ approximation of war feel that they have any right to withhold reverence from the commons and its servants while they harvest glory and money for play-acting at it.
Virtually all team sports are wargames. Boys originally played them because, in saner times, boys were taught to admire warriors and to aspire to become them someday rather than suspended for pop-tart handguns. Like many things these days, people don’t understand the outrage that is natural to decent men because they have no connection to history, tradition, or a culture. Sports existed for most of history to instruct youth in athleticism, teamwork, and discipline. When practiced by adults, it was either for pastime or in conjunction with military virtue. The military virtue sports tended to be individual combat-related sports such as running, javelin, wrestling, jousting, and fencing.
Prior to modernity, wargames had never achieved any level of recognition as anything above the level of a hobby when grown men participated. Soccer, rugby, and American Football all come from an old game referred to now as “medieval football” in the English tradition, as well as, Roman games like harpastum. All of these have one thing in common: they revolve around two teams of men attempting to “control the field,” and measurement of control comes from the possession and movement of a ball.
None of these games resulted in much laud or respect for the participants as their primary practitioners were children, merry-making adults, and to a lesser extent, soldiers drilling. Unlike jousting champions, javelin masters, or other athletes, they received almost no glory or recognition for their skill since it relied heavily on teamwork and stood primarily as a proxy for actual martial prowess and strife.
The thing that raises the hackles of most good and honest men in America when negroes and cowards fail to honor the flag and the anthem comes from something far deeper than the fact many good men have suffered for the sake of the nation. It comes from the fact that these athletes are lauded higher than warriors for playing a child’s game simulating actual war, far from the actual dangers of war. Of course “the troops” are acknowledged as “the real heroes” and you’ll see a parade of diverse faces wishing their families Merry Christmas from Kuwait featured before or after commercials during Advent, but nobody chases Ryan M. Pitts for his autograph or offers him endorsement deals. Most readers should admit they had to look up who that is. I’m not saying anybody who didn’t know who Mr. Pitts was 2 minutes ago is a bad person. Indeed, I picked him because I too had no clue who he was prior to the writing of this article. But I will note that we live in a society where the actions of overpaid athletes are shouted from the tallest towers, yet we can’t even recall the last dozen or so of Medal of Honor recipients whose acts of actual courage on behalf of their brothers and nation dwarfs what most of us will witness in our lives.
Liberals consider football a modern “gladiatorial” ring where poor oppressed negro athletes compete for the jeering of the uneducated at the corporate-bank-named circenses while the Miller Lite panem flows. How could you not feel bad for these poor condemned men getting paid millions per year for a few months’ work? Did you not see that movie about how they get terrible headaches because they insist on using their heads to tackle so they can injure their opponents more easily? The outrage you feel when an overpaid crybaby refuses to stand actually comes from the same place as the fury people voiced when Tom Cruise drew a comparison to his time shooting movies and the daily lives of troops deployed to Afghanistan. We don’t like it when people who play-act at being soldiers for a living get themselves confused with the genuine article.
Without discussing the various misguided American military adventures of the past century or the quiet war the government has waged on white families, we still ought to feel outraged that a celebrity class of largely-indolent, highly-criminal ingrates occupies and usurps a place formerly reserved for men of valor, and demand still more for their fake sacrifices. If they didn’t make a living as pretend-warriors, their rejection of the common cause shared by our soldiers, police, and firemen wouldn’t infuriate us so.
Say it with me now: pretend soldiers don’t get to disrespect the symbols of real soldiers.
-By James Radclyffe