Like over 100-million other Americans, I spent this Superbowl Sunday planted in front of a television screen like a goon.  Whether it was because I’m a superfan that gets really fucking amped about over-the-top musical productions by aging over-hyped performers or because I’m really just into talking shit during inevitable trainwrecks, I still have to admit that I bothered to sit through the excruciating annual disaster known as the half-time show and any justifications as to my reasoning for doing so, doesn’t really let me off of the hook.  While watching this filth live, I caught a bunch of shit that people around me didn’t happen to see, for whatever reason.  Plenty of others did and, by now, the internet is flooded with articles and coverage of the bullshit that I’m about to write about here and now, but that’s not really my concern.  That’s everyone else’s angle and their perspectives.  Most of the time I really don’t feel like wasting my time talking about this type of junk or getting swept up into the whirlwind of TMZ topics like the Superbowl and Madonna or Justin Beiber skateboarding with his shirt off, etc.  This time, however, it appears that I’m weak folks.  I’m weak, and I can’t help myself.  The following is my breakdown of a performance that already managed to break down much more painfully on it’s own.  If I can spew all of my rants like this in one load at the beginning of the year, maybe I can get back to writing about things that are slightly more important throughout the rest of it.  Probably not.  There’s gonna be a lot to address here, so I’ll try to stay as focused and on point as possible… Read the rest of this entry →