Sadly the CUCKBOWL is over. The thin greasy potato chips are eaten, the light beer is nothing more than empty cans, the sofa is now covered in chicken wing stains. The gluttonous masses consumed more nourishment than at any other time of the year, save Fatsgiving. The good news is that the peons worshiped appropriately. It was the THIRD largest viewing population ever in television history. Audacious. Aergia nods her head lazily in approval.
Some of the Illumed are still shamefacedly unaware of the entities that provided us with our power. If you missed the previous praise session for Aergia please follow it here. There we begin to provide the insight into one of the pivotal receptacles and transformers of the peasantry of Cuckmerica. Just as glorious child sacrifice is now safely labeled abortion, so too are sloth, gluttony, laziness, indigence, corpulence, and physical degeneracy, now safely labeled “FAN”. “Fans” are the parishioners to our temple to dearest goddess of sloth. The talking heads, the mendicants. The stadiums, the cathedrals. The merchandise the idols, the players the very living gods themselves.
What has more parishioners and mendicants than the greatest worship event on Earth? Enter the glorious ceremony know as the CUCKBOWL. Legions of fat saturated plebes sat atop their altars of obesity worshiping their cuck idols. Bowing in obeisance, slapping hands in jubilees of celebration. Crying, when their favorite cuck fantasy failed to materialize and finally depression when the rapture of the event draws to a close.
We have engineered a situation where former men will pay money to wear a jersey and show off their suppressed sexual fetishes for those men whose names are emblazoned upon their back.
Men who have their women wear jerseys lust to watch their wives In flagrante delicto with those “players”. Their dreams are the very meat of cuckoldom, hard wired with the desire to show their faith through the sexual satiation of their idols by their wives, and of course, secretly, themselves.
The culminating event of the cuck religion was an unmitigated success. The praise offered to Aergia will not go unnoticed. The trinkets produced and bought will not go unheeded. The peasant cuck fantasies will continue to influence their daily lives. Professional sports remains an ardent part of the worship of the old gods, and for their enthusiastic participation we salute them.