As I stand here on this podium, receiving this beautiful golden trophy, I just can't help but think about what brought me here.
Clearly, God must hate my enemies.
Now, I'm not a religious man, in fact, quite the opposite. I've been happily agnostic for as long as I remember. I honestly have no relationship to any religion. I'm a bit of a blank slate, and I certainly didn't train harder or have more talent than my competition. In fact, right until I won, I'd have been happy to admit defeat at the hands of my superior.
But it seems no matter how mediocre my performance was, God was taking a hot steaming shit on the other team.
The fuck did you guys do, rape a baby? Skin a living kitten? Jack off on the Bible while using a crucifix as an anal plug?
I mean, I've never so much as darkened the door of a church, and they had us outclassed in every category. They had better strategy, better athleticism, better team unity, and greater moral authority. Mentally I was prepared for a well deserved spanking, grateful I had made it this far into the tournament.
God just really had it in for those poor sons of bitches. You name it, it went wrong for those guys. If anything confirms my decision to abstain from spirituality, the operation of a malign deity as displayed on the field today totally justifies my disassociation from organized belief systems. I really can't see how anyone can serve such a vicious and spiteful God that would snatch victory out of the hands of such a deserving competitor.
Yet here I am, the winner, holding this trophy above your heads through almost no effort on my own part.
It's really fucked up, honestly.
This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.
Hate is the first step to all solutions.
You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.