Super Bowl Letter - JOY, RESIST
February 8, 2025
A Super Bowl Letter of Joy, Freedom, and Strategic Resistance
Dear Fellow Citizens of this Great and Perpetually Baffling Nation,
The Super Bowl is upon us once more as a grand and curious occasion where men in padded armor crash into one another for the amusement of millions, while advertisers spend the GDP of a small country to convince us that beer will make us more attractive and that an SUV will bring us inner peace. It is, as always, a spectacle of the highest order.
But let us be clear: the Super Bowl is whatever you wish it to be. Some of you will watch with bated breath, cheering your favorite team as if your very happiness depended on the outcome (which, I assure you, it does not). Others will avoid the game entirely, preferring instead to engage in activities that do not involve sweaty men hurling themselves at one another. Some will attend parties, some will sulk, some will nap. And that, dear reader, is the beauty of it.
The Game of Joy
Now, as a woman who has spent a lifetime studying the absurdities of human nature, I propose that we turn this year’s Super Bowl into something greater: The Game of Joy. Whatever you do today, do it with gusto. Watch the game? Excellent! Eat nachos like you’re training for a competitive eating contest? Splendid! Read a book and ignore the game entirely? You are a scholar and a saint. The point is, take this day and do with it whatever brings you the most joy, with the least amount of regret come morning.
But, my friends, there is a small matter we must address, for lurking in the shadows of this grand event is a presence that threatens to intrude upon our joy. I speak, of course, of Him.
The Uninvited Guest
You know him. The man whose name is printed on gaudy gold buildings and whispered in hushed tones at family gatherings where politics are best left unmentioned. He is as persistent as a bad cough and as unavoidable as a pothole in a road that’s been under construction since the Eisenhower administration. Yes, I fear we shall be treated to numerous sightings of this particular individual during the Super Bowl broadcast. His face may appear in commercials, his name may be invoked by commentators seeking to stir controversy, and he himself may issue one of his famous proclamations of gibberish on social media.
And so, dear friends, I propose a remedy: a financial game of resistance.
The Super Bowl ACLU Challenge: Resist with Every Glimpse
Every time the broadcast dares to inflict Him upon us, whether by showing his face, uttering his name, or playing one of his peculiar political ads we shall turn irritation into action. For every instance of this unwanted intrusion, I urge you to donate $3 to the ACLU. Three dollars for every sighting. If they show him 10 times, that’s $30. If he appears 20 times, that’s $60. If they bombard us with his visage so often that you begin seeing his face in your nachos, then by all means, cap it at whatever your sanity allows.
Why the ACLU?
Because while he blusters about law and order, the ACLU is out there fighting for actual justice, for civil liberties, for the rights of those who are too often trampled by the boot of authoritarian foolishness. They defend our right to free speech, to protest, to love who we love, and to exist without government interference in our personal lives. In short, they do everything he despises.
And thus, with every unfortunate instance of his presence, we turn an annoyance into a victory. Instead of rage, we respond with generosity. Instead of despair, we contribute to a cause that fights for fairness and freedom. This, my friends, is resistance at its finest - clever, effective, and delightfully petty.
We Are Stronger Together
The beauty of this plan is that it turns a day of frivolity into something meaningful. The Super Bowl is, after all, just a game. But how we respond to the absurdities of the world, that my friends, is a test of character. And I do believe we are up to the challenge.
So, go forth and revel in your joy. Watch the game, or donate. Cheer, or nap. Eat, drink, and be merry. And should He appear, do not grumble, do not despair. Instead, smile, reach for your phone, and send another $3 off to the ACLU. Let your frustration be their funding. Let your resistance be your amusement.
And when the game ends and the confetti settles, may we all emerge victorious, not just because a football team won, but because we turned nonsense into action, intrusion into impact, and a game into a movement.
Enjoy the game (or donate). But whatever you do make it a Game of Joy.
Yours in wit, wisdom, and the eternal struggle against idiocy,
A little old lady,
Julie Bolejack, MBA
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