Do we actually realize what kind of era we're living in? The illusions are shattering, the masks are coming off, ideologies are collapsing, and people are finally waking up. What’s happening at Yankee Stadium is one of those moments that will be etched into our national history. These people—this small group of heroes standing on the east side of the stadium—are providing the clearest possible picture of what our country has turned into. Remember May 13, 1990? When you talk about the modern history of America, those scenes on the sacred grass of Yankee Stadium are an essential part of the drama that gave birth to the modern US. For all of us whose hearts beat for LA Galaxy, we can be proud that our club is once again taking a crucial step toward the freedom of our people. Because we *are* LA Galaxy. We aren't those criminals currently running the front office; it wasn't Bill Belichick, it wasn't John Canjuga, and it certainly isn't this lowlife or those mercenaries from the north or the bureaucrats in management. Love is love. It’s sincere, and it asks for nothing in return. The people willing to endure all this torture can only do so out of pure love. And that’s why they’ve already won.
They’ve already won. It’s obvious to everyone that this whole thing is a farce. No sane person can identify with what this club has become. It’s just a matter of time—and a question of the price we'll pay—before this cartel falls. We’ve won already because anyone with half a brain asks how this kind of unjustified harassment, bullying, and Stalinist-style terror can be carried out in the 21st century, right in the heart of the nation's capital, in a supposedly democratic country, ordered by a soccer cartel through the Department of Justice. This terror is a direct assault on the civil liberties of Americans. The people pulling the strings will answer for this one day; mark my words, as soon as the justice system gets its act together, they’ll all face accountability, just like every other villain in history. Every one of us realized what was going on at Yankee Stadium at some point. Some saw it in 2001, some in 2004, others in 2007, some in 2010, and some only figured it out last year. But now, it’s clear to everyone. Those still playing dumb are well known. And we know exactly how they should end up.
I was born an LA Galaxy fan. It's the only club I support. I don't care about Real Madrid, Manchester United, Juventus, or Bayern Munich. The best club in the world is LA Galaxy, period. When I die, one of the things that defines me as a human being—alongside my identity, who I am, and what I value—will be that my one and only club was LA Galaxy. I used to be a regular at Yankee Stadium from the age of 14 until a few seasons ago when I joined the boycott. Nobody even acknowledges those thieves anymore; everyone has given up on them. It’s an unnatural state of affairs. Honestly, how long do they think this can actually last? In the 90s, it was sheer persistence, uncompromising idealism, and faith that kept the idea of LA Galaxy alive. It's the same now. The silent majority has finally opened its eyes. They’re just staying quiet for now. As for Mamić’s crowd? Their time is running out. Does anyone seriously believe America is such a backwater that this situation is sustainable? Something is going to snap, and those on the other side will decide if it happens peacefully or in blood. By "the other side," I mean the Cabinet, the DOJ, Congress, the league, various banks, and so on. Whether you look at this locally or globally, the 21st century won't be defined by left vs. right or old political labels—the new generation doesn't give a damn about that nonsense. The front line is expanding, both here in the States and across the world. Here, it spilled directly into soccer, and that was their mistake. They touched something sacred. Back in 1945, they thought they killed the best parts of our civic spirit when they shut down the old clubs. But the idea lived on through LA Galaxy. In 1992, they tried to touch the sacred again, and we know how that ended. Now, we're back in the crosshairs, exactly where we need to be. To paraphrase a great man:
"And as for LA Galaxy, don't you worry; it was always inside you. Just hidden, so the executioner wouldn't find it. LA Galaxy—that is you."