November 23, 2011 10:59 PM UTC

Tim Tebow, Vanguard of the One Percent

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• by: George Oscar Bluth Jr.

J. Daniel Bateman, QC

Private Secretary & Legislative Liaison

By Appointment to HRH the Duke of Lancaster

Royal Crescent

Bath BA1

United Kingdom

22nd November 2011

The Timothy R. Tebow Fan Club and Ministry

Post Office Box 00666

Denver, Colorado 80204

United States

Dear Mouth-breathers,

Over the last several weeks I have been greatly entertained by your sissy version of rugby and most especially the fawning admiration by certain stereotypes of people for the hulking brute Tim Tebow (Thiébaut, surely? It’s understandable that the unwashed masses disembarking at Ellis Island might struggle to spell their surnames, but is it too much to expect that the immigration agents attain at least a passable imitation of culture?)

It occurred to me today as I was driving along in the Aston, taking one of my many, many sexual partners for a crisp, lovely fall tour of the Lake District before tea at L’Enclume, that Tim Tebow may indeed be the Christ Child. Tebow’s unique talent is not that he throws knuckleballs into the dirt (because I can do that), or that he’s a real handful whilst running downhill in the open field (because many other fullbacks are as well), or that he is a great Leader of Men (because so is Ray Lewis, and Ray Lewis killed somebody). Rather, it is that through sheer force of personality he has married three separate mass delusions into a Trinity of unique power, one from which my colleagues and I in the stratospheric ranks intend to profit for many years to come.

Mass Delusion Number One: Football, the Great Sunday Distraction

Every kleptocracy worthy of the name needs to provide its citizens subjects something equivalent to the old Roman panem et circenses (bread and circuses; do yourself a favor and go read a book for fuck’s sake) to distract them from the important business of rampant corporatist thievery. All we had to do was provide ourselves with a favorable antitrust regulatory environment and subsidies for new public sporting palaces (as if you serfs didn’t have more pressing public policies to fund from your dwindling public treasuries!) and everything fell right into place. Every year, at the height of what would otherwise be the season for political organization, mobilization, and action, you spend ever-increasing amounts of your time and money watching half-literate gladiators beat each other to slow but hastened deaths, as if it’s relevant to anything! A soap opera for the proletariat replete with light beer and charred animal remains to keep you fat, happy, and stupid. The meaningless regional antipathies between lower-class hordes is particularly useful, divide et impera worthy of Caesar himself, you hapless barbarians.

Mass Delusion Number Two: Christianity

I never tire of the irony that an obscure stone-age slave superstition (which is easily demonstrated as a blatant plagiarism of the cult of Mithras) is still so usefully employed as a way to control the feeble-minded. Stealing wealth and opportunity from entire generations of the low-bred is not concealed easily even in the best of times; however, America’s inherent vulgarity has given us the greatest gift of all: the gospel of wealth. The notion that riches are a virtue to which plebeians can and should aspire is a mind control weapon of unmatched brilliance. See the secularist over there who wants to tax rich people to fund social insurance and infrastructure? He doesn’t share your val-yoos, and may be a secret Muslim. Call your congressperson to tell him/her you oppose that bill that would make you and your grandchildren better off, you sheeple.

Mass Delusion Number Three: A Leader With Whom You’d Like to Have a Beer

This is perhaps the greatest conceit in the American Colonies today. The complexity of running a kapitalist dictatorship with a convincing faux democratic shell, the game beyond the game, is so overwhelming to the mediocre supermajority that the idea of a leader who’s like you in some meaningful way becomes a powerful intoxicant. Because if that guy who doesn’t seem like an elitist can run things, so could you! It is a mirage, of course. You have nothing at all in common with George W. Bush, the Great Alaskan Snowbilly Grifter, or Tim Tebow. Your interests are diametrically opposed, but some perfunctory public displays of Jesus-y devotion can forgive all that. You jackasses.

I don’t want to see Tim Tebow succeed in the NFL, but only so that his inevitable career in politics begins all the more quickly. We’ll co-opt Tebow one way or another but it’ll be cheaper to get him while he’s young and idealistic.

I am the 99.9th percentile, you fucking troglodytes. May you all die from chronic traumatic encephalopathy.

Yours in Christ™,

Dan Bateman xoxo

(Cross-posted at http://www.dailydickpunch.com)

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