KIP OCASEK

Social media and forums have been on fire with everyone picking a side!

Social media has really been lit up the past few days! I just spent 30 minutes or so, scrolling along, trying to find some funny stuff…no, some hilarious stuff…the stuff that causes rolling on the floor level of laughter! It’s out there; I’ve seen it. But interestingly, most of the posts in all my feeds surround the Bad Bunny drama. The bickering the past couple days has been like a car wreck – hard to look away.

Honestly, before about two weeks ago, I had NEVER heard of Bad Bunny. I’ve been stuck in the Led Zepelin, ACDC, KISS, Journey, Bob Seger, and Foreigner rut for oh…pretty much since 1970. So, like many others, I Googled Bad Bunny and found out it’s a band that a lot of people like and some don’t. Kind of reminds me of every music band…EVER.

So, Bad Bunny got invited to the billionaire party known as the Super Bowl. Some were happy about that; some felt miserable. Some were so mad, they took their ball and went home! And after stewing for a while, created an alternate half-time show with Kid Rock!

This whole bickering divide about Bad Bunny reminds me of the famous sauerkraut party. Everybody dressed up in their Sunday best and crowded into a rich guy’s mini-mansion to drink diet Coke and eat the finest sauerkraut ever made. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a guy came stomping and storming up to the host and loudly yelled above the noise of the festivities, “I hate sour cabbage! Where’s the German food I heard you were gonna serve!”

If you’ve read this far and missed the gist of the story, I’m not going to spell it out, but I will say, having tribal arguments about the recent Super Bowl halftime show is akin to a bunch of kids going to fisticuffs over which Halloween candy is best.

And believe me, I know about getting into fisticuffs over stupid stuff! When I was 14, my older brother and I got into a vicious, knock-down-drag-out battle over whose girlfriend was the prettiest! Sara was the most beautiful girl in the whole Western United States! And that included all those California girls! And I was willing to die or make a trip to the hospital over that truth! That’s what I’m talking about. Anyway…

Let’s get real, folks! Having angry arguments and losing friends over a 4-hour billionaire televised sports party is not worth it. A bunch of millionaire sportsters wearing helmets and crashing their bodies into one another in what is just a kids’ sport is all it is! And believe me, the rich folks who planned that party don’t care what brand of music you like or how degraded or immoral you think the half time entertainers are! And for those who are keeping score, go check the lyrics of Kid Rock’s music. Same old lyrically pitched howling about sex and drugs that we’ve been hearing in popular music since the 1960s.

To finally wrap this spiel, I want everyone who made it this far to do something for me. Please, please take one minute and leave in the comments below One…and only one… thing you plan to do this week to lift someone up, lighten their burdens, and put a smile on their face. And to start it off, you will find mine in the comments below.