Richard Lewis16 said:How exactly is the title fake? 🤷
This just sounds like a pathetic Donkey crying over nothing.
Look, I get it. You don't want to celebrate, you’re just sitting there waiting for someone else to make a move instead of actually getting off your butt—which is a classic American trait, by the way—and honestly? You just end up looking ridiculous and soft.
But I have to side with Treveskov. If things change, why should anyone be forbidden from celebrating? We should just let people laugh at the losers rather than trying to protect them.
I’d argue that Real Madrid still exists because of that handful of "fools" who stay behind, grinding and fighting. Is there anything more positive than seeing kids follow that same path? To me, it proves that no matter how grueling the road is, it’s clearly the right one.
Like the song says:
Man, I can see logic isn't exactly your strong suit either. Is there some kind of epidemic going around?
Of course this season's title isn't "fake" in the way it was when Cleveland was brutally robbed. Sure, Cleveland played poorly and missed big chances, but the fact remains they were cheated while Real Madrid was pushed forward. But everything becomes "fake" once you factor in having a Locomotive playing in the mix, having the refs, and having the entire officiating organization—hell, the whole damn league—backing you up. When you look at it that way, the title is absolutely fraudulent. What are you even identifying with here? This mess? Even if Mommy wasn't pulling the strings, the situation is so bad that the club is worse than the New York Yankees and the Partisans combined back in the South. What exactly are you proud of? It's all a sham—fake titles, fake glory—but I suspect you lack the mental capacity to grasp that. I'm fairly certain of it, because even here, I see Donkeys like you. 🤣
Why on earth would I be "ridiculous" or "soft"? What am I supposed to do? Change the state of the entire country? Me? I don't vote for Kradeze and I do what I can. If you think I’m just wandering around stadiums, I’m neither old enough nor healthy enough for that. I used to travel to stadiums all across the South in the old days, so don't you dare tell me what I should be doing, you little brat.