And that includes this idiot named Bad Bunny who recently was the focus of the Super Bowl half time show. Because I inexplicably got sucked into watching this coma of a game, I actually got exposed to post 1995 music courtesy of this jerk.
I would have been better off getting COVID. This is what mainstream music is in 2026? Bring back the Lennon Sisters.
Now I heard from a lot of apparently deaf friends who loved this guy's performance. Not that they could understand him because his entire act was exclusively in Spanish. But Mr. Bunny (clearly no relation to the grossly more talented Bugs) has been vocal about Trump and ICE and anything else on the Left, so his appearance was compared to something akin to Jesus walking on water.
What amused the hell out of me was the ultra-woke NFL's attempt to be all things to all people not American. All of the pre-game singers did their songs with lyrics interpreted in sign language a nice touch. But where was the translation when Buddy was performing exclusively in Spanish? Maybe they could have gotten an ASL person who also spoke Spanish.
America. Increasingly laughable at every turn.
Dinner last night: Chicken parm at Craig's in West Hollywood.
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