WHEN IN DOUBT, POINT TO THE SKY

Your guide to Super Bowl Sunday: Where billionaires profit from pain, racism gets rebranded, capitalist violence gets a halo, and everyone pretends it's all okay. Pass the chicken wings please, Chad.

NOW, I DON’T MEAN TO BE A DEBBIE DOWNER on America’s Holiest Day.

Like, I understand the sacred rituals — the mystical transformation of Bud Light into *premium* beer, the testosterone-fueled liturgy of men screaming at other men, the blessed appearance of Taylor Swift in the Billionaire’s Box.

But can we please talk about the freedom-flavored, cross-to…