Last Sunday, America sat in disbelief, wondering how in the world it came to be that what we all thought was going to happen, did not happen. America has been doing this a lot lately, and it’s exhausting. I was so completely flabbergasted that I ran out of flabbergas and had to go get some more. It was a nerve-wracking football game that kept interrupting all the festivities and wasting everyone’s time.
It cut short a performance of the national anthem by country star Luke Bryan, I’m not sure which country. Did you know that the “Star-Spangled Banner” has four verses? After the bombs finish bursting in air, the song goes on and on, to foe’s haughty host, foul footstep’s pollution, the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave. We didn’t get to hear any of that.
The owner of the Atlanta Falcons, who is a tyrant and an ogre, jinxed himself by forcing his employees to attend the Super Bowl in person, thereby depriving them of the chance to watch the Super Bowl commercials on television, which are the best part.
Lady Gaga performed at halftime. It started out quite badly, because she apparently could not find the entrance to the stadium, and had to jump in from the roof. First though, she sang “God Bless America” while brightly lit unmanned craft flew above the Houston skyline. They flew around for a while, delivered some stuff for Amazon, took out some enemy targets, then formed an American flag. Already amazing was the fact that Lady Gaga convinced a bunch of drones to all do the same thing, which is essentially the opposite of Congress.
She pretended to fall from an opening in the roof onto a stage in the middle of the field. She was suspended by wires in midair for about two minutes, and she looked like she was having so much fun she didn’t want to come back down to earth. Her suspension was much shorter than Tom Brady’s, but she used the time much more wisely, flying around and doing backflips.
Then, she pretended to sing, peeling off an article of clothing after each song. I once saw a similar act in New Orleans, but the singing wasn’t as good. Some body shamers came out of the woodwork on Twitter, because Lady Gaga had a piece of skin that wasn’t accounted for, peeking out of her bikini space suit. Let me say that there are so many out-of-shape body shamers on Twitter that they had to expand the woodwork over there. Let’s see how THEY look in a space bikini. I’m not sure what beach Lady Gaga was on her way to, possibly the Sea of Tranquility, but I bet there was hardly any traffic.
There was a posse of dancers behind her, and one of them came up behind her and picked her up, possibly carrying her to the trunk of his car. From above, the camera showed a crowd of people carrying lights and forming what looked like a map of my Verizon phone coverage. There were a lot of pyrotechnics, and many things blowing up, most notably, the Atlanta defense.
Then, Lady Gaga caught what looked to be a severely under-inflated football, and then fell to her death, unless somebody had the foresight to put an air mattress under her. Hopefully she’s OK. Football is a dangerous sport, but it’s nothing compared to halftime.
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