Who are “colts” and “jaguars?” Are they some kind of sportsball people?
Once, a long time ago, people enjoyed watching grown men play children’s games. They would adopt the teams as their own, and cheer for them as if it meant something important. It was wonderful entertainment, because people of all backgrounds could come together and cheer and laugh and argue about things that didn’t really mean anything (and they knew it). But the wonderful thing was that this cheering for sports let people who might never associate with each other become friends. They often discovered that many of their differences in the rest of their lives didn’t really mean anything either.
Then one day, one player (who wasn’t very talented but wanted attention so badly) who didn’t understand the magic of what he was part of, decided he was bigger than the game and decided to insert his politics into it. He made it impossible from that point on for people who had been friends to set aside their politics. Other players joined in, and everything about the sports became about politics. They shunned players who would not make the political statements. So everyone began to hate everyone, and eventually they lost interest in the sports. Sports had lost their magic.
Slowly the fans dwindled. It was no longer profitable to show sports on television, and giant stadiums fell silent and empty forever. People became tense and angry, because there was no escape from politics any longer, and the people who made the games political worked to divide the people who watched. They blamed the former fans for their own failures. But the fans understood while the players and the “sports news media” couldn’t.
They couldn’t understand because they thought sports were important, and that made it necessary for them to “speak out”, when in fact sports weren’t important at all, but that is precisely where their magic was. But once the magic was killed, it could never be brought back.
The End.