First, congratulations to the Green Bay Packers.  They simply beat us and deserve to be champs.  It was a good game, and we had our chances to win it but just didn’t make the necessary plays.  Losing sucks, and I’m not going to pretend like it doesn’t sting, but life goes on.  I’m just as big of a Steelers fan today as I was yesterday.  We’ll be back in the big game soon, and we will bring home number seven.

That’s enough about the game.  What I really want to write about today is that god-awful excuse for a halftime show.  Five Finger Freddy, or whatever the hell his name is, said that the Black Eyed Peas were going to take it to the next level.  Well, if that’s the best you got, you are a terrible excuse for an entertainer.  That show was pathetic.  Sure, there were lots of flashing lights and cool effects, but the “music” was beyond lame.  I would’ve rather watched Milli Vanilli lip-sync their way through twenty minutes of their crap than watch those four no-talent jerk-offs stand around like statues and mumble their songs out of tune, out of tempo, and out of harmony.

That show confirmed so much of what I believe about what hippity-hoppity has done to the music industry.  I prefer my music sung by people who understand harmonics and key changes and well, singing.  Hippity-hoppity has become a terrible parody of itself, much like Air Supply and Journey were a terrible parody of real rock.  Real musicians hold up live, regardless of the venue.  That steaming pile of horse dung that Sam I Am, or whatever the hell his name is, and the others left in the middle of Cowboys Stadium shows just how thin and weak the music industry has become.  Real musicians, who can play real instruments and create beautiful songs, can’t break into the industry, while talentless hacks get to play the Super Bowl.  I mean, they were so bad they made Slash, one of the greatest guitar legends of all-time, sound lifeless and bland.

Part of me looks at the music industry as a perfect metaphor for where we are as a nation.  Sixty years ago, our nation created some of the most powerful and amazing music in the world, and that music inspired the world to follow it.  Musicians like Ray Charles, Chuck Berry, Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson, and Elvis Presley had real talent and honed skill.  At that same time, our nation was revolutionizing technology and industry and leading the world into the future.  Today, our country produces mediocre garbage that couldn’t inspire a pig to root in crap.  Our masses still lap it up, however, because we’ve become so accustomed to mediocrity that most of us can’t appreciate real music and real talent.  At the same time, we have lost our innovative edge and have fallen hopelessly far behind in education.  We stand around bragging about how great we are, while the rest of world blazes by us.

Please, America, please, wake up and realize that when you settle for mediocre crap, you become mediocre crap.