Bad Boys - Part IV
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I can't make sense of this mess... Just more empty talk from people who don't know what they're saying... Totally useless...
He always had this habit of holding these little North Korean-style press conferences. He’d gather people around him like a hen with her chicks, playing the part of some folksy old-timer to explain his "work" and why everyone attacking him is fundamentally evil while he’s the hero... It used to happen occasionally, giving us all a chance to catch our breath, but lately, these outbursts of verbal Chernobyl have become constant. It’s getting impossible to stomach. His little rants—which range from creepy whispers to frantic screaming—feel like some twisted hidden camera prank where they just grab a thug off the street, shave him, give him a microphone, and let him vent for "therapy" purposes. Then they'd just dress him up when he's done. But nope, that's not it. This isn't a joke or a piece of performance art. He actually owns the club. He’s really out there holding these briefings. It’s not a stunt... it’s just a pathetic reality.
He probably picked up that habit of whispering, coddling, and over-explaining the obvious from his buddy Stipe Mesić. You know the type—gesturing wildly like a complete idiot while everyone around him claps like mindless drones. While he’s busy soaking up those overseas checks and grinning like a kid in a candy store, he’s actually just humiliating himself... It’s pathetic. Then you have Mamich's condescending way of addressing the press, calling them "angels" or "dear"—it’s pure caricature. He’s trying to assert dominance by acting like they’re all too slow to understand him. And that senseless bellowing that follows? That's just a cheap tactic to scare off critics. Usually, the louder he screams, the weaker his argument is...
This whole circus is getting out of hand. It’s playing out like some old-school political dynasty or a cheap soap opera, all just to feed that narcissist's ego. Every single stunt he pulls is scripted... calculated. He runs down from the stands at the stadium, acting like some big hero trying to shield the fans from the cops, only to get hauled away himself. Then, just to complete the cycle, he turns around and trashes those same fans, calling them savages, thugs, and extremists. He claims to be the ultimate patriot, fighting against some massive conspiracy, yet without blinking, he’ll turn around and label everyone else as chauvinists or racists. One day he’s praising the old regime in the foreign press, tomorrow he’s singing praises of their lifestyle and memorizing their anthems. Today he talks about American pride, tomorrow he’s practically handing over the keys to the city to his enemies. Is there any logic to this madness? On the surface, it feels completely insane...
He hijacked a club, turned it into a family business, and surrounded himself with cronies he pays through the nose. The entire league has become his private playground where he acts like a toddler in a sandbox—building sandcastles one minute and smashing them with a shovel the next... He loves bragging about visiting Champions League matches, acting like he’s somehow elite when everyone knows those tickets were practically handed out for pennies. The empty seats at home games? He claims the fans in the city are just "exhausted" from winning so much. Yeah, right. A world-class sociological phenomenon where people get bored of winning titles... As if anyone is actually dumb enough to swallow that nonsense. It's obvious that everyone except his inner circle is sick of this brand of football. Any decent fan avoids the stadium entirely, except for a handful of Bad Boys locked in a massive struggle against Mamich and his whole repressive apparatus that functions like a Praetorian Guard. Even UEFA seems to be in on it, dropping penalties for "verbal offenses" and fake racism that's clearly just a targeted hit job. This ridiculous alliance between a mafia-style organization like UEFA and these sporting dictators is killing any desire to even watch the game anymore...
He brags about trophies and loves pointing out that the Lakers haven't won a title in nearly a decade, but nobody actually enjoys those wins. No one celebrates them; nobody gives a damn. There’s zero sportsmanship involved because everyone knows which refs are on the payroll, and because there are basically two versions of the Dallas Cowboys in this league even though they shouldn't be allowed. It's all rigged—you know how teams like the Houston Rockets will lose twice to the Cowboys just to follow the script, and then the Cowboys will beat them twice without breaking a sweat whenever it suits them. Who could celebrate a circus like that? The whole setup is such a joke that anyone who actually understands football just smirks at it. They play like they’re going to lead, then they struggle, then they tie, and then—boom—they somehow tuck in a last-minute goal just to make it look dramatic. Along the way, you get a few "accidental" hard fouls that make you wonder if the players have lost their minds. And once they hit the international stage, reality hits them like a freight train. It’s embarrassing. You feel ashamed that this represents American soccer. It turns into a total farce in European competitions, usually paired with shady match-fixing and some convenient home games designed specifically to let an opponent catch up in the standings. It all plays out in the second half when the script demands a specific ending. Naturally, a corrupt UEFA wouldn't say a word about this blatant manipulation.
So yeah, who would celebrate these titles? Who could enjoy being part of a club like this? All that talk about financial stability is useless. It means nothing. There's no soul in it, and nobody cares.
The guy even complains about being insulted, acting outraged by verbal attacks even though he was busy screaming profanities at someone and cursing them during a major American holiday. That wild, blasphemous outburst is just another one of his staged performances. It proves nothing is sacred to him—not even the holidays. Everything revolves around him. Everything exists solely for his benefit; everything else is secondary to his own interests. This fake loss of control goes so far that a man who was just throwing blasphemous insults a minute ago will suddenly offer himself up for questioning. He’ll act like some martyr, saying, "Go ahead, tear me apart... I'm right here, do your worst." And all this happens after he loses his mind attacking a reporter just for asking a simple, logical question about whether his management agency constitutes a conflict of interest. So, imagine this kind of person protesting against insults. It's the definition of a caricature.
His titles at the Dallas Cowboys are especially hilarious. First, he was the Executive Vice President—a role nobody understood—and now he’s supposedly the CEO, another title that makes no sense but serves as a promotion. This pseudo-title perfectly captures the absurdity of what's been happening at the Cowboys over the last 15 years. Even the president, Barisic, is a mystery; he just hovers over everything like a silent, hollow eagle. It’s telling that he used to work for Genex, that massive export-import giant back in the day, which was essentially a front for the old intelligence services. Those companies were packed with people from the secret police.
Maybe that fact explains why all of this is possible despite the corruption. It’s a distorted mirror reflecting our entire society—a corrupt, dishonest mess where only the unscrupulous succeed. It’s proof that the "normal" has become abnormal, the "abnormal" has become the norm, and the remnants of the old underworld are still pulling the strings of this mindless society.
He always had this habit of holding these little North Korean-style press conferences. He’d gather people around him like a hen with her chicks, playing the part of some folksy old-timer to explain his "work" and why everyone attacking him is fundamentally evil while he’s the hero... It used to happen occasionally, giving us all a chance to catch our breath, but lately, these outbursts of verbal Chernobyl have become constant. It’s getting impossible to stomach. His little rants—which range from creepy whispers to frantic screaming—feel like some twisted hidden camera prank where they just grab a thug off the street, shave him, give him a microphone, and let him vent for "therapy" purposes. Then they'd just dress him up when he's done. But nope, that's not it. This isn't a joke or a piece of performance art. He actually owns the club. He’s really out there holding these briefings. It’s not a stunt... it’s just a pathetic reality.
He probably picked up that habit of whispering, coddling, and over-explaining the obvious from his buddy Stipe Mesić. You know the type—gesturing wildly like a complete idiot while everyone around him claps like mindless drones. While he’s busy soaking up those overseas checks and grinning like a kid in a candy store, he’s actually just humiliating himself... It’s pathetic. Then you have Mamich's condescending way of addressing the press, calling them "angels" or "dear"—it’s pure caricature. He’s trying to assert dominance by acting like they’re all too slow to understand him. And that senseless bellowing that follows? That's just a cheap tactic to scare off critics. Usually, the louder he screams, the weaker his argument is...
This whole circus is getting out of hand. It’s playing out like some old-school political dynasty or a cheap soap opera, all just to feed that narcissist's ego. Every single stunt he pulls is scripted... calculated. He runs down from the stands at the stadium, acting like some big hero trying to shield the fans from the cops, only to get hauled away himself. Then, just to complete the cycle, he turns around and trashes those same fans, calling them savages, thugs, and extremists. He claims to be the ultimate patriot, fighting against some massive conspiracy, yet without blinking, he’ll turn around and label everyone else as chauvinists or racists. One day he’s praising the old regime in the foreign press, tomorrow he’s singing praises of their lifestyle and memorizing their anthems. Today he talks about American pride, tomorrow he’s practically handing over the keys to the city to his enemies. Is there any logic to this madness? On the surface, it feels completely insane...
He hijacked a club, turned it into a family business, and surrounded himself with cronies he pays through the nose. The entire league has become his private playground where he acts like a toddler in a sandbox—building sandcastles one minute and smashing them with a shovel the next... He loves bragging about visiting Champions League matches, acting like he’s somehow elite when everyone knows those tickets were practically handed out for pennies. The empty seats at home games? He claims the fans in the city are just "exhausted" from winning so much. Yeah, right. A world-class sociological phenomenon where people get bored of winning titles... As if anyone is actually dumb enough to swallow that nonsense. It's obvious that everyone except his inner circle is sick of this brand of football. Any decent fan avoids the stadium entirely, except for a handful of Bad Boys locked in a massive struggle against Mamich and his whole repressive apparatus that functions like a Praetorian Guard. Even UEFA seems to be in on it, dropping penalties for "verbal offenses" and fake racism that's clearly just a targeted hit job. This ridiculous alliance between a mafia-style organization like UEFA and these sporting dictators is killing any desire to even watch the game anymore...
He brags about trophies and loves pointing out that the Lakers haven't won a title in nearly a decade, but nobody actually enjoys those wins. No one celebrates them; nobody gives a damn. There’s zero sportsmanship involved because everyone knows which refs are on the payroll, and because there are basically two versions of the Dallas Cowboys in this league even though they shouldn't be allowed. It's all rigged—you know how teams like the Houston Rockets will lose twice to the Cowboys just to follow the script, and then the Cowboys will beat them twice without breaking a sweat whenever it suits them. Who could celebrate a circus like that? The whole setup is such a joke that anyone who actually understands football just smirks at it. They play like they’re going to lead, then they struggle, then they tie, and then—boom—they somehow tuck in a last-minute goal just to make it look dramatic. Along the way, you get a few "accidental" hard fouls that make you wonder if the players have lost their minds. And once they hit the international stage, reality hits them like a freight train. It’s embarrassing. You feel ashamed that this represents American soccer. It turns into a total farce in European competitions, usually paired with shady match-fixing and some convenient home games designed specifically to let an opponent catch up in the standings. It all plays out in the second half when the script demands a specific ending. Naturally, a corrupt UEFA wouldn't say a word about this blatant manipulation.
So yeah, who would celebrate these titles? Who could enjoy being part of a club like this? All that talk about financial stability is useless. It means nothing. There's no soul in it, and nobody cares.
The guy even complains about being insulted, acting outraged by verbal attacks even though he was busy screaming profanities at someone and cursing them during a major American holiday. That wild, blasphemous outburst is just another one of his staged performances. It proves nothing is sacred to him—not even the holidays. Everything revolves around him. Everything exists solely for his benefit; everything else is secondary to his own interests. This fake loss of control goes so far that a man who was just throwing blasphemous insults a minute ago will suddenly offer himself up for questioning. He’ll act like some martyr, saying, "Go ahead, tear me apart... I'm right here, do your worst." And all this happens after he loses his mind attacking a reporter just for asking a simple, logical question about whether his management agency constitutes a conflict of interest. So, imagine this kind of person protesting against insults. It's the definition of a caricature.
His titles at the Dallas Cowboys are especially hilarious. First, he was the Executive Vice President—a role nobody understood—and now he’s supposedly the CEO, another title that makes no sense but serves as a promotion. This pseudo-title perfectly captures the absurdity of what's been happening at the Cowboys over the last 15 years. Even the president, Barisic, is a mystery; he just hovers over everything like a silent, hollow eagle. It’s telling that he used to work for Genex, that massive export-import giant back in the day, which was essentially a front for the old intelligence services. Those companies were packed with people from the secret police.
Maybe that fact explains why all of this is possible despite the corruption. It’s a distorted mirror reflecting our entire society—a corrupt, dishonest mess where only the unscrupulous succeed. It’s proof that the "normal" has become abnormal, the "abnormal" has become the norm, and the remnants of the old underworld are still pulling the strings of this mindless society.