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NASHVILLE, TN - APRIL 25: Nick Bosa of Ohio State speaks to the media after being selected with the second pick in the first round of the NFL Draft by the San Francisco 49ers on April 25, 2019 in Nashville, Tennessee. (Photo by Joe Robbins/Getty Images)

Don’t worry about Nick Bosa. He’ll be just fine.

The 21-year-old star pass-rusher, fresh out of Ohio State University (of course) was just drafted to the San Francisco 49ers as the No. 2 overall pick. That’s great news for Bosa; problem is, the guy has received a fair amount of scrutiny from folks who don’t appreciate his social media behavior in the not-so-distant past.

You see, while still at OSU, Bosa had the presence of mind to rattle off several tweets that aged like three-day-old beignets the moment he hit the “post” button. He called hero-of-the-people Colin Kaepernick a “clown” in a (now deleted) summer 2016 tweet. He wrote, “Beyoncé’s music is complete trash” that same year. Last year, he wrote “Black Panther is the worst Marvel movie of all time.” Which is damn near objectively false in a world where Thor: The Dark World exists.

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Having a dissenting opinion to Kaepernick’s actions is telling enough, but Bosa is certainly not in the minority there. His Beyonce and Black Panther tweets, however, read like they came from that white dude we all know who would happily call your mama a n—– to her face if it were 50 years earlier, so he dwells in micro-aggressions instead.

Bosa also has a documented history of following far-right-wing propaganda social media pages and praising President Tan Helsing.

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Pretty much assume you’re on the bullshit side of sociopolitical issues if you have the MAGA manic pixie Tomi Lahren singing your praises.

Bosa has made no attempts to apologize for the tweets, nor has he given anyone the impression that he regrets anything he’s written. What he did do is have his tweets deleted ahead of the 2019 draft, because, as he said, “There’s a chance I might end up in San Francisco.” Like everyone else, Bosa is acutely aware of the fact that San Francisco and the Bay Area in general are the country’s premier bastions of liberalism.

Thus, it should come as no surprise that lots of folks are less than pleased about Bosa joining the home town team. Turns out a lot of progressive folks don’t want a MAGA-trumpeting assclown playing for their squad.

 

 

But don’t fret about the NFL giving  Bosa a hard time over his social media “past!” The league has made it crystalline how it feels about Colin Kaepernick or anyone who supports his cause, so it’s safe to say that an objectively talented player like Bosa with shitbox opinions will be embraced with open arms. It’s not like he’ll be aggressively drug tested or anything.

 

 

Like Bosa, the NFL will also be just fine with its lack of concern regarding Kaepernick’s continued unemployment despite being a statistically stronger player than many quarterbacks who have made squads since the start of his protest. The league will be fine in its persistent desire to allow domestic abusers to play. And it’ll be fine in its decision to stick Bosa on a squad full of Black players who have to interact with him professionally.

It’s all good for everyone involved as long as no one drops to a knee during the National Anthem, because that’s when folks will shit kittens. No worries about that with Bosa, though: He’s a God- and American-loving white dude who knows how to move well on AstroTurf and doesn’t really have patience for your Blackity-Black shit.

He’ll be just fine.  (As if you were worried.)

 

Dustin J. Seibert is a native Detroiter living in Chicago. Miraculously, people have paid him to be aggressively light-skinned via a computer keyboard for nearly two decades. He loves his own mama slightly more than he loves music and exercises every day only so his French fry intake doesn’t catch up to him. Find him at his own site, wafflecolored.com.