Every World Cup, it arrives like clockwork. As sure as the ultimate soccer spectacle brings guaranteed adrenaline and agony to fans across the United States, it also drives the right-wing noise machine utterly insane.
"It doesn't matter how you try to sell it to us," yipped the Prom King of new right, Glenn Beck. "It doesn't matter how many *********** you get, it doesn't matter how many bars open early, it doesn't matter how many **** commercials they run, we don't want the World Cup, we don't like the World Cup, we don't like soccer, we want nothing to do with it."
Beck's wingnut godfather, G. Gordon Liddy also said on his radio program,
'Whatever happened to American exceptionalism? This game … originated with the South American Indians and instead of a ball, they used to use the head, the *********** head, of an enemy warrior."
Dear Lord, where do we begin? First of all, I always find it amusing when folks like Beck say, "We don't like soccer" when it is by far the most popular youth sport in the United States. It's like saying, "You know what else American **** ****? Ice cream!" Young people love soccer not because of some kind of commie-**** plot conjured by Saul Alinsky to sap us of our precious juices, but because it's – heaven forefend - fun.
