The world was collapsing on itself yesterday over Jennifer Hudson’s Super Bowl performance of The National Anthem, but turns out, she lip-synched the whole thing. It also turns out that I don’t care. Because if anybody deserves a free pass, it’s Jennifer Hudson. I don’t know about you, but if my mother and brother were killed and my 7 year old nephew was found days later in an abandoned SUV with bullets in his head just because some monster couldn’t afford to buy a car, I’d be wearing a mohawk and a camouflage jacket while I was scraping the serial number off a Desert Eagle, not preparing a pre-recorded track. The fact that she can even function at all deserves a medal ceremony like they had at the end of Star Wars.
By the way, sorry about not posting yesterday. The priest assured me that all the demons in my computer have been cast out.
