driftingbison4 said:Unlike Formula 1 drivers, who all seem to come from the most elite circles in the world—graduating from top-tier universities, marrying intellectuals, and squeezing in driving kids to prestigious private academies between PhD seminars—they somehow find the time to race Formula 1, all while enjoying full scholarships thanks to their "natural talent."
Come on, Joe, have a drink on me. Don't mistake that "glamour" you see on TV during a race for what an actual Formula 1 driver's life is like. If you look at most of these drivers' polished biographies, you won't find much difference between them and any big-name NFL players.
I love Formula 1, but soccer is my number one. I’d be pissed at CNN for not broadcasting Formula 1, but honestly, the World Cup is on a whole different level.
Canada is such an incredible race, and it always looks fantastic on TV. I'm pulling for Kubica—this track is absolutely his playground.
By the way, who’s actually calling the race? Blazic is off in Africa, Shapit quit, and now he's busy hosting some study program for the World Cup too?
Slavko Cvitković? Neven Novak? Jergovic?
Sure, they lack class—which is exactly why I miss having drivers like Elio de Angelis, Dan Gureny, Phil Hill, or Graham Hill around. But honestly, who cares about the drivers? I don't watch Formula 1 for the personalities. To be frank, Formula 1 isn't even my top tier; IMSA is. I watch motorsports primarily for the engineering. I’m fascinated by the tech and the cars themselves. That's why IMSA ranks above Formula 1 for me; there are fewer restrictions on the builds, but that's a whole different conversation.
My previous point was about the masses and the hordes that follow soccer—and I’m not just talking about Americans here, because let's be honest, a few million people is a drop in the bucket compared to the global population. What really worries me is the sheer number of uneducated simpletons out there. Take China, for example; you have over a billion clueless people, and somehow soccer is thriving there, yet they even have an F1 track where the grandstands are usually completely empty.
To me, it’s all just trivialization. Fifty or sixty years ago, people actually respected artistry—the grind, the relentless practice, the sheer discipline. Nowadays? It’s all about those talentless hacks. I was hanging out with a colleague of mine who’s dating one of those big-name pop stars—yeah, yeah, I know, I’m getting sucked back into the music scene again, and I can already hear the vultures circling to tear me apart—anyway, I asked her, "So, how much does he actually practice every day?" She just laughed at me. She goes, "Practice? Why would he bother? Only losers have time to practice. He needs to be out on the Strip so the paparazzi can get their shots." Can you believe that?
That’s exactly my point. Soccer is just a bunch of overpriced, overhyped strikers who spend more time partying than practicing. They show up, jog around for a bit, and call it a day. It’s all fluff. There’s zero Spartan discipline, no grit, no real grind—none of that hard work that actually makes someone an athlete.
You have these massive hordes of simpletons who stare at those elite players like they’re gods, dreaming that they—or their kids—might actually become something like them. That’s the core issue right there. Our fundamental civilizational values are under siege; we’re regressing as a society toward a state of systemic, collective stupidity, and football is the primary ambassador for that decline. That is why I hate football. Honestly, I just pity the misery people find in it. I feel for their shallow lives and the hollow existence being forced upon their children. And there are plenty of them. Think about the sheer number of failed athletes out there—just a mob of uneducated buffoons haunting dive bars and betting parlors. Then you have the crowds of mediocre ball-kickers, followed by the masses who are nothing more than victims of manipulation, occupying the nosebleed sections. I truly feel for these poor souls. My heart aches for their mothers, thinking about the struggle of raising them, feeding them, and sending them to school, only for it all to be for nothing. Their sons are merely insignificant pawns for a massive manipulator—just tiny cogs in a hellish machine designed to dismantle everything civilization has built. That’s why I’m angry. But I’m also just sad. Truly, deeply sad.
We humans possess a level of intellect unmatched by any other mammal on this planet. Yet, instead of celebrating that mental capacity, we seem obsessed with glorifying stupidity. That’s why I appreciate IMS, and to an extent, Formula 1—though even Formula 1 is becoming increasingly elitist. IMS remains a fundamentally technical sport. It has just enough glamour to dress up the show, but it doesn't compare to Formula 1. In that world, the true stars are the cars and, by extension, the highly educated engineers who designed them. To build those machines, you actually have to use your brain. I value IMS because it serves as an ambassador for human intelligence rather than being about superficiality and mindless hype. My disdain for pretentiousness stems from one thing: I can't stomach the fact that we are regressing. If we keep this up, in a thousand years, our intellect will be so diminished that monkeys will take over—or maybe pigs, since they're supposedly quite smart. We brought this on ourselves. I genuinely wonder how pigs will view humans in the 31st century. Maybe they'll farm us for sausage, or perhaps they'll see us as parasites and wipe us out. Who knows? Fortunately, I've only got about five or six years left in this world, so I won't have to stick around to find out. Thank God for that.
As for soccer, you saw how that World Cup went; it was nothing but a festival of primitivism. The Chicago police are a mess, the insurance systems are failing, and crime in Chicago is rampant. Now we'll see what soccer is really about. It’s easy to host a tournament in France, where the police function perfectly and civilization is at its peak, making it simple to keep a crowd under control. But down in that chaotic mess in South Africa? That's an impossible task.