
If there’s one underrated and underdiscussed aspect of the American right, it’s the idea that EVERYTHING at all times must be for them.
We’re talking preferred work, religion, lifestyle, and of course, all culture. It is not enough to not like a movie, a style of music, a TV show, a kind of food, etc. Oh God no, you must declare that it’s trying to fuck with you, a grand impasse on your God-given rights.
A lot of MAGA people are acting like Bad Bunny’s Super Bowl halftime show last night was a problem. It wasn’t. The fact that it made some white bigots angry and feel excluded is one of the best things about it.
Look at what the performance actually was. Bad Bunny opened with Tití Me Preguntó in what looked like a slice of Puerto Rico, with sugarcane fields, coconut and piragua carts, people playing dominoes, and everyday life unfolding on the NFL’s biggest stage. He sang in Spanish. He leaned fully into Caribbean rhythms and visuals. He centered Latino culture without translating it, apologizing for it, or diluting it for comfort. It was joyful, loud, specific, and completely unapologetic.
You could view it on two levels – one for what it was saying, and the other just for the fun spectacle of the whole thing. And yes, that made some people mad.
Every time something this visible and this honest about Latino culture shows up in mainstream American life, the backlash is predictable. White supremacist bigots throw tantrums, and then a familiar group of enablers steps in to smooth things over. They call it “divisive.” They say it’s “controversial.” They warn that “millions of people are uncomfortable” and that we have to accommodate that discomfort. The message is always the same: Reality should be toned down so bigots do not feel upset.
No.
We are already living with each other. We already share the same country, the same cities, the same neighborhoods, and the same public spaces. What made some viewers uncomfortable was not division. It was visibility. It was being forced to acknowledge that this country does not revolve around them and never did. They are uncomfortable with other people taking up space openly and confidently. That discomfort is not a collective problem to solve. It belongs to them.
It is not our moral responsibility to coddle the fears and delusions of white supremacists. It is not our job to edit culture, language, or identity so they can cling to a fantasy of dominance. We do not owe them silence or invisibility. We do not owe them a version of America scrubbed clean of everyone else.
What we do owe is honesty. Bad Bunny did not just perform songs at the Super Bowl. He presented a version of America that is real, vibrant, and already here. If that reality makes people feel like it is “messing” with them, then I’m just not sure what to say.
Maybe go have a piragua and shut the hell up.
The last word goes to Bad Bunny.

I loved that it was so much about the lives of common people – our pleasures, work, and neighbors. It was such a feat of complexity and choreography. And it took such bravery for him to fall backwards into the awaiting hands!