Occupy Super Bowl SundayPosted by Pauline Wolak on February 1, 2014
No matter how hard you try, you just can’t get rid of some things. Justin Bieber. Herpes. The Occupy movement. Those crazy kids are at it again. Only this time they want to ruin an institution far more important to the American public than Zuccotti Park.
The game of American football is beautiful as movement and strategy, a slow but dramatic event, and I understand why fans are driven to support the games year after year. On a deeper level, Super Bowl XLVIII symbolizes the contest between the 1%—who have only increased their monopoly over a corrupt 30 year reign—and the 99%—a fractious mass of everyone else increasingly unified around calls for economic justice.
Occupy does not need to claim, redefine or save football. Occupy needs to hijack the event’s meaning. Our movement can’t afford commercial airtime to address the world directly, so we must run interference and attack dominant culture at the level of imagination.
Occupy should hijack the meaning of Super Bowl XLVIII. One team will represent the 1%. One team will represent the 99%. We will invade every living room, every tailgate party and every sports bar. Refuse to use the words “Seattle” and “Denver”. Drive Super Bowl fans mad while insisting on a real conversation about economic violence.
What the ever loving hell? First of all, if you want to have an honest debate about “economic violence,” let’s discuss those memes that keep popping up on Facebook and Instagram. Whining about having to pay back student loans that you took out because you can’t find a job with a Masters in Women’s Studies is about as violent as one can get with an economy. Willfully borrowing that which you have no intention of returning is theft. Majoring in something that won’t allow you to become a gainfully employed, productive member of society makes you an idiot. Making the rest of us support you and your kid because of your poor choices doesn’t exactly make the economy a peaceful place, cupcake.
You took over social networking with your drivel. You ruined city parks and open spaces, turning them into dirty, nasty places that no one could enjoy. We had to look at you for months. Sipping Starbucks and blogging on your Macs while you screamed about the immorality of capitalism (the irony was not lost on us). Wearing your Che shirts, fighting “the man” while living off of your parents. I finally thought we were rid of you. Now you want to ruin the Super Bowl?
Attend a Super Bowl XLVIII party. Throw one. Make vegan snacks. Make anti-capitalist pamphlets with colorful pictures of the Seattle Seahawks.. or, I mean, the 99%. Find a good sports bar and subvert it. Occupy football language.
Seriously? You expect people to attend what amounts to a gathering of the Socialist Party of America? And we can’t even have meatballs, mini hot dogs, wings, or anything wrapped in bacon? The hell with that. However, I would like to see you morons “subvert” any sports bar in this country with your bs on Super Bowl Sunday. That beat down will be more entertaining than the Bruno Mars halftime show!