The BLM movement has simplified my life more than I could have imagined.

To begin it has given me another reason not to watch professional sports. They caved like a deflated

volleyball. All the mores they have espoused for decades they threw to the wind in a breeze not a gale

Players that spoke their true emotions soon crumbled like pillars of salt under league applied pressure.

Men you thought had backbones of steel proved to be fallible. On the field they could take a pounding but off

the field their beliefs are as malleable as solder.

In lieu of offending anyone here are a few suggested team names: In the NFL The New Orleans Floats, The

District Monuments, Kansas City Scarecrows, The New England Fishermen, in MLB the Cleveland Rockers,

The New York Brokers, The Kansas City Minions, The California Oranges, the San Diego Bays, The NBA,

The Philadelphia Cheese steaks. I am sure many more can be conceived.

BLM has also delivered me from standing in line at Chick-fil-a; from shopping at Nike and watching many

television shows and motion pictures. I no longer search for Aunt Jemima Pancake mix, I use Bisquick, Uncle

Ben's rice, I use Mahatma, I am sure that there will be many more products and stores that I will be deprived

of in the near future.

I even suggest that NASCAR start driving to the left.