Super Bowl is Funny in an Ironic Way

The Super Bowl is today at six eastern standard time. It might as well be 1982. This is the day that America's Corporate sector drools on itself because they are able to hawk their wares to a big ass market, uh, lets say the world. Believe me, if there was a way to broadcast to other planets where we knew someone would be listening, Ford would say, "To hell with cars, lets figure out how to fucking broadcast to Planet X34B." However, this Super Bowl is especially bittersweet for a lover of cities like me. This is because the Super Bowl is in the blackest and bluest enclave known to America (sans Flint also in Michigan) -- Detroit. This is The Ugly Post-Modern Society, a society where the game is being held downcentre in a city where people (mostly white) are being bussed into seeing it. Where walking around after the game, unless it is to your new Chevy Suburban, is out of the question, and the denizens of Detroit, the few and the black, are left high and dry below the monolith of American "Equality." Make no mistake about it, the gap between the haves and the havenots is rising like a thermometor in Phoenix and so far the people running the show have failed to make this bird rise from the ashes. Selah