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Trump Mutes the National Anthem During Super Bowl Party So He Can Walk in and Be Greeted by Cheers

Irony, anyone?

Remember when conservatives swore off the NFL completely? I remember that. One black quarterback had the NERVE to do what a white fellow player and former Green Beret told him to do and kneel during the national anthem, and Republicans went INSANE.

Mind you, Colin Kaepernick (and the hundreds of players that followed suit) weren’t talking over the national anthem. They weren’t showing disrespect to the flag or anything.

They left that to the military companies who brought the flag out before games, waving it horizontally, which is against the US Flag Code (Section 8c). They left it to the police departments across the country who proudly display flags with a blue line overlaid on it — which is against the Flag Code (Section 8g).

They left it to the legions of Trumpers who show up to his rallies in sequined flag hats and shirts with their Dear Leader’s name on them, which is against (guess what) the Flag Code (8d).

Republicans were so furious over the disrespect for the anthem and the flag that they were somehow able to miraculously overlook the hundreds of already-drunk chowderheads who got up during the anthem at the games to take a leak and get their fourth beer.

And I guess nobody’s mad at Trump for literally having the anthem on mute at his Chiefs-49ers Super Bowl party. The big screen was clearly muted for effect — that effect being that the cheers and whistles for the former president would be amplified by the lack of that pesky Reba McEntire singing the Star-Spangled Banner.

Oh, we’re sure his guests took enough notice of Andra Day singing “Lift Every Voice And Sing” during the pregame show, likely enough to boo her or maybe mute her as soon as she came on with the Black National Anthem.

But the video below shows them paying literally zero attention to the thing whose overshadowing was once the reason they boycotted football altogether. All they care about is the leader of their cult, Donald Trump.

And his smile gives it all away: He has absolutely no idea it’s even the exact moment, he just wants the TV quiet so he can soak up the praise.

Watch:

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