If You Can't Embrace Bill Belichick Posing in a UFC Title Belt, Your Existence is Sad and Pointless and Might as Well Just End Now

The champ, dressing like a champ. You have to love it.

There should be some things that all human beings, scratching out a meager struggle for survival on this inhospitable world, can take some joy in. Shared human experiences that bring universal joy into the bland lives of us all. A sunset. A majestic bird taking flight. Standing on the shore of a vast ocean. A child's laughter. A rainbow after a storm. Bill Belichick's smile as he clowns around with Dana White and company wearing the UFC championship belt. 

If ever there was a life-affirming moment we can all experience with joy in our hearts, this is it. The man with the most responsibility in the world, who mere days ago said ultimately every play call his team makes this season is on him and him alone, lays down the yoke of his heavy burden for some lighthearted fun. And in doing so, reveals his inner child for just a few brief seconds. It's just indescribably beautiful. Something that all of us around the globe can share in, and realize we are all not so different from one another. Not even from our most accomplished and important world leader. 

It's with a heavy heart then that I report not everyone feels the same way:

I could go on, but you get the point. There are many more where these came from, and they don't deserve any more oxygen than I've given them. And I refuse to give a breath of air to those who have chosen body shaming.

It's a tragedy of the human condition that some of us just can look at a pure good such as this, and not see any of the positives. I'm not even angry. Just sad for them. That their souls are so empty that the miss the profound blessings of a great man goofing around with the common folk. 

Belichick put himself out there. He opened up his heart and, as every, single adult male on The Bachelorette puts it to the point it's nauseating, allowed himself to be vulnerable. And to some pathetic creatures, that's a reason to attack him. It's like Jordan Peterson's tale of the zebra who gets tagged by the zebra researchers, only to make him vulnerable to attack by lions:

Belichick taking abuse on the internet says nothing about Belichick. But it does speak volumes about anyone who would choose this moment to give him abuse. If that's you, remember that his flexing in a UFC belt isn't a him problem; it's a you problem. And you may want to consider just ending your miserable existence, because it's clearly not working out for you.