Desi Cortez

No amount of Super Bowl rings should make a Black-dominated team bow at the feet of a man who has spent years making life harder for Black Americans.

And just like that, we’re back to the 1950s, only this time, the racism, homophobia, and general disdain for human rights come with an app.

If America actually lived up to its ideals - if it actually embodied equality, democracy, and justice - then maybe, just maybe, people wouldn’t feel compelled to reject its symbols.

They hate us. Not just dislike, not just disagree - hate with the fire of a thousand tiki torches at a Charlottesville rally. And that, dear friends, should be, ought be our common thread.

Musk has flipped the veil and declared himself, not in whispers but with a megaphone, as a relic of Apartheid South Africa, steeped in its legacy and evidently quite proud of it.

A friend doesn’t just say, “I see you” - they fight for you, alongside you, with you, until the systems that oppress you are dismantled and obliterated.

So here we are, a nation partially steered by the proudly uninformed, captained by a man who manipulates them like puppets.

this isn’t about sound governance. It’s about unraveling civil rights with the finesse of a drunk toddler unraveling Christmas lights - wrapped in the flag and sold as “greatness.”

You can almost hear him now, lounging at Mar-a-Lago, doodling crude sketches of “Mount Trump” on a cocktail napkin between rounds of Diet Coke and grievance tweets.