Brain-Damaged F**ktards Still Don't Get It

Damage Control, Still F**king Up By The Numbers edition

For the benefit of the illiterate double-digit IQ players: any display whatsoever during the national anthem is still a me!me!me!-fest, for you attention-whoring douchebags, and just as obnoxious as the original displays, @$$holes.

Probably more so, since you have yet to apologize for the earlier virtue-signaling grandstanding, sh*tting on America, and wiping your @$$#$ with the flag, and have in fact doubled down, doing it now without the slightest bit of shame.

The national anthem isn't about you pampered sports pussies, it's about the country of US.
You want to put your hands somewhere, it's easy (unless you were born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia): your right hand goes over your heart, and your left hand goes at your side.

Linking your arms is the same middle finger to America that all your other antics have been, and we're not buying the bullsh*t.

Until you stop ALL DISPLAYS during the national anthem, other than one of humble respect for the flag and nation you live in, and under whose blessings you're all favored to be paid far more than you deserve for a pretty meager set of skills in anything but a society of bountiful plenty, you're all still just a bunch of disrespectful bums, who deserve to be kicked to the curb until you're forced to earn a real living at a real job, or fired by the spineless jellyfish who nominally run your League Of Losers.

There's no way to win this but to abandon this asinine course of action.

Until you get that through your brain-damaged thick skulls:

Go fuck yourselves.