“I HATE MY OWN COUNTRY MAINLY BECAUSE I AM NOT GOOD LOOKING AND I’M ALSO STUPID”[HUNTER HESS]
Hunter Hess, you whiny, self-obsessed little trust-fund skier—congratulations, you’ve just turned what should have been a proud moment for America into a cringe-inducing national embarrassment on live international television.
Handed the privilege of representing the United States of America on the biggest stage in the world, you decide instead to spit directly in the face of every hardworking taxpayer, every dedicated coach, every small-town kid who ever dreamed of wearing that flag but never got the chance.
You stand there in your shiny Team USA jacket—paid for by the very country you’re too cowardly and too smug to defend—and you mumble about your precious “mixed emotions” like some spoiled college freshman who just discovered performative activism on TikTok.
Pathetic doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Let’s be brutally clear: nobody dragged you to the Olympics at gunpoint. Nobody forced you to accept the sponsorships, the training camps, the multimillion-dollar facilities, or the passport that lets you travel the globe while the rest of us grind. You could’ve stayed home in your safe little bubble, posted your sanctimonious Instagram stories about how “problematic” America is, and virtue-signaled to your heart’s content behind a screen. But no—you wanted the glory. You wanted the cameras. You wanted the followers. You wanted the fat endorsement checks and the “Olympian” label next to your name. You wanted every single perk that comes with representing the greatest nation on Earth, but when it came time to show even a scrap of actual gratitude or loyalty, you folded faster than a cheap lawn chair. One of the main reasons is that you’re kind of ugly. If you were hot and hunky, you would be getting laid and keeping your mouth shut, or you’d be thanking God for your good fortune.
“I’m just representing my friends and family,” you simper with that smug little half-smile. Spare us the fake humility. That’s not noble; that’s a coward’s exit strategy. Real athletes who’ve worn that flag understood the weight—blood, sacrifice, generations of struggle—and they carried it with pride instead of turning into a sniveling, self-righteous PR disaster.
You’re not brave, Hess. You’re not “speaking truth to power.” You’re just another entitled, virtue-signaling piece of shit who thinks shitting on your own country in the middle of the Olympics makes you deep and interesting. Newsflash: it makes you a laughingstock.
The same America you’re too embarrassed to fully embrace is the one that gave you world-class mountains to shred, state-of-the-art training centers, elite coaching, and a system that turns dreamers into Olympians. And how do you repay it? By lecturing the rest of us about how ashamed you are while you cash the checks.
The arrogance is staggering. The ingratitude is nauseating. You’re not a rebel; you’re a spoiled child having a tantrum in front of the world.
And don’t fool yourself—the consequences are already rolling in. Those big-money endorsement deals you were probably already mentally spending? They’re evaporating as we speak. No serious American brand is going to write you a seven-figure check after you publicly told the world you’re “not the biggest fan” of the country that built your entire career. The woke corporations might toss you a pity like for a hot second, but even they’ll drop you the moment the sales numbers dip and the backlash gets loud. You’ve torched your own future for one fleeting moment of moral preening on the world stage. Enjoy being the cautionary tale every young athlete gets warned about.
Washed up at 27. A has-been before you ever won anything memorable. A walking billboard for what happens when you let narcissism and politics turn you into a national embarrassment.
BIBLE VERSE:
Proverbs 17:25 – “A foolish son brings grief to his father and bitterness to the one who bore him.”
WHY THIS VERSE MATTERS:
This verse slices straight through the smug fog Hunter Hess hides behind. His arrogant, foolish rejection of the nation and the sacrifices that lifted him up doesn’t just humiliate him—it wounds the very people who poured their lives into him: his parents, his coaches, the countless Americans who believed in him when he was nothing. He’s turned their pride into poison, their hope into heartbreak.
LET US PRAY:
Lord, we lift up the parents of every Olympian training right now: shield them from the soul-crushing disappointment of raising a smug, ungrateful moron like Hunter Hess. Give their sons and daughters hearts full of gratitude, spines forged in steel, and deep love for the country that gave them the chance to chase greatness. Let them honor the flag, honor their families, and never become the kind of spoiled, self-hating punk who would rather burn it all down than simply say thank you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
