God N’ Country N’ Trump
I grew up in the South. I am a drag racing fan, and in general, I get the appeal of motor sports, any motorsport. NASCAR has evolved into something, that in principle, has troubled me for a few years now. Over the years racing American manufactured cars, has evolved from a regional motor sport into a national big-screen spectacle. It is a marketing game for corporations with deep pockets. Also, I am uneasy with the continued cheek by jowl association between scripture quoting fans, and “love of country” caricature that amounts to being pro-military and feeling warmly about the rebel battle flag. I understand that has to be a marketers wet dream as those buttons can be pushed indefinitely to sell lots of product.
A further advance down this road of delusion makes my head spin. The Daytona 500, the initial race of the NASCAR season is the crown jewel of the 
race schedule. The sporting contest originally began on the white sands of Daytona Beach. Now NASCAR invites a man who admits to molesting women, and freely admits extorting foreign interference in our November Presidential election from an ally, — to be grand martial of the Daytona 500. The President-homo oeconomicus took a warmup lap in his armored limo, a black rhino on the super speedway. Maximum exposure that money can buy and run away populism has resulted in this unhinged circus of a spectacle. I am certain there was something for everybody at this grand show.
I realize that there is no direct cause and effect link between the horrific crash involving 25 cars at the end of the race and the black limos pace lap. From a perspective of the irrational, it makes sense.
There I’ve said it and still, I do not feel better.
We’ve sold our soul. A horrific crash is sure to come.
