After a long day in the parks we got back to our rooms last night and settled in for sub sandwiches and television. I had forgotten that the Super Bowl was airing last night, but my older brother did not, and he had the game on in our room. While I rested and unpacked, the game entered halftime, featuring the infamous Puerto Rican rapper Bad Bunny, began to unfold.
By the end of the show—or by the point I stopped watching to get dinner in the other rooms—I was convinced that we needed to grant Puerto Rico its independence (while probably maintaining some naval bases there or the like). It was the least American halftime show I’ve ever seen.
The Portly Politico 