I don’t like when athletes skip going to the White House to protest the fact that Donald Trump is a vile pig and his administration is comprised mostly of third ballot racists.
I believe they should go, and that it is part of their duty of being an American. I don’t mean that in the sense of, even if you don’t agree with the president, he’s still the president, and you should honor the invite.
Fuck that. Trump routinely disgraces the Oval Office by calling people who point out his foibles “stupid losers”, verbally abuses reporters, and is actively engaged in a disinformation campaign to deflect from his multiple felonies committed while in office. Not to mention his administration’s policies are blatantly regressive by Jim Crowe standards.
He doesn’t respect people, and he doesn’t deserve any respect.
I just feel that people like Megan Rapinoe are not thinking outside of the box. Nobody said you have to go to the White House and kiss his ass. Why not go to the White House and tell him to fuck off in person? How often do you get the opportunity to tell this clown in bad makeup how you actually feel?
From what I understand, if you win a championship and your team is invited to the White House, you hang out there for a while eating Cracker Barrel and then pose for a photo with the bloated wannabe dictator and then go to Vegas with your teammates and do as many drugs as possible.
I personally have this fantasy of winning an NBA Championship (sixth man, last second buzzer beater) and then going to visit Trump. When you get that five second window to shake his hand and make small talk, I’d say something like this in a quiet tone while smiling and not belying the fact that I am verbally savaging this trust fund dork:
“Hey, I just wanted to say, that you’re the most pathetic example of humanity that has ever been recorded in human history. You squandered hundreds of millions of dollars so you could put your name on buildings – something only someone insecure about their micropenis would ever attempt. You’re Putin’s bitch, obviously, and on an idealistic bent that’s pathetic enough, but you know he doesn’t respect you right? It’s not just because you’re inarticulate, have a limited vocabulary, are a hundred pounds overweight, and believe in nothing, it’s mostly because you’re so easily owned. I can’t wait until you go to prison in a few years. Thanks for the omelette.”
Then you could simply wait for the team photo, flip the camera the bird, and roll out like damn if feels good to be a gangster.
The empowerment of this would be threefold. Firstly, you’d feel like you got something off your chest. You can’t change what the country is becoming, but at least on your deathbed, as Russia annexes Florida, you could rest easy knowing that you said your piece.
Second, you would know that Trump would be incapable of handling this, and would launch into a misspelled Twitter meltdown upon your exiting the building, in which he would call you names and would lead him to be incapable of achieving an erection for the next five to seven business days (not that it would matter because his wife doesn’t live with him and the president can’t hook up with his secretaries anymore or, to Trump’s dismay, merely sexually harass them in a demeaning fashion before jerking off in the bathroom where, rumor has it, he has installed a cupholder and custom burger plate.)
White Power supporters invited to the White House.
Lastly, what better way to drum up attention and get your message out there? Sure the peons at Fox News would say you’ve brought shame to the country, at which point you could point out that Trump has publicly sucked Kim Jong Un’s dick. Your act of rebellion would surely spearhead a national conversation in which people who drink Mountain Dew Code Red and Old Crow cocktails would call you racist names or at least, a fag!
If you can throw up white power signs in the White House, surely there’s no law against brandishing a middle finger. It’s also not illegal to insult the president.
I implore Megan Rapinoe to change her mind. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Being intimidated from enjoying your visit to the White House, a penultimate honor in the sporting world, simply shows that Trump’s bullying tactics are succeeding.
Nobody wants to go anyway, and going to Cabo instead of going to the White House is not a protest – it’s a dereliction of the duty that we all have at this point to tell this president to shove his fat head up his hooker wife’s ass and also that his children are spineless dunces.
Come on Megan Rapinoe, come on Danny Green, come on Kawhi Leonard, Fred Vanvleet, Marc Gasol, fuckin’ Jeremy Lin, do your patriotic duty.