The purpose of pro sports in America is the same as the purpose of professional military and police forces, fire departments, banks, political parties, media outlets and the rest: to strip the individual of all power over his life and make him feel small and worthless, with no connection to anything but the things that can be used to control him.
For example, say you were hungry. Would you walk out to the chicken coop and grab a few eggs, or pluck an apple or two from your tree? No you would not, because the family farm is now a corporate behemoth. You will go to the mega-grocery store and pay Jew-cash.
When you witness a nigger chimpout, would you step in like your ancestors and rope the disobedient nogs with other white men in your peer group? No you would not, because we "let the courts handle that" now, as if paying Jews $200 an hour to argue with each other is the objectively right way to resolve issues.
When your DNA tells you it's time to breed, do you negotiate with the father of a virginal girl in the village, whose character you can vouch for? No you do not. You log into Tinder and find a whore who'll suck your dick with no more human connection than the guy who changes your oil.
As to the point, what does it mean when you invest your whole emotional life in the Philadelphia Niggers or the Chicago Niggers or the Buffalo Niggers, and one day they just up and move away? You know what happens – the old Cincinnati Niggers move into town, and within one season you're treating their exploits like a matter of life and death for your clan.
All of this conspires to render white men powerless and with no sense of ownership over their homes, their lives, or their communities. It turns you from an independent freeholder and fighter for what's right into a mindless unit of production and consumption. Instead of valuing human relationships, all you need to simulate that shit is the kikes' bank-printed currency, the more the better.
Of course, niggers, spics, and women have no issue with this. None of them feels the pull of the stars. Fill their bellies with good food and make sure they aren't too chilly in winter, and you have a happy slave for life. Being able to summon infinite food with a plastic card appeals to shallow females and other lesser apes.
Our job is to remain human.
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