Least Favorite Commercial

I don't watch too much TV, but probably more than enough.

Lots of blogs seem to feature rants about inane commercials, so I need to get with the program.

My nomination for the most irritating TV ad is the "Vehix dot.com" spot.

Way stupid.

Opinions and Integrity

I received this email over the weekend and thought I'd share it, with my comments.

ED FREEMAN

You're an 19 year old kid. You're critically wounded, and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley , 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam . Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8 - 1, and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MediVac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is 1/2 way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter, and you look up to see an un-armed Huey, but it doesn't seem real, because no Medi-Vac markings are on it.
Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Medi-Vacs were ordered not to come.
He's coming anyway.
And he drops it in, and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 2 or 3 of you on board.
Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire, to the Doctors and Nurses.
And, he kept coming back..... 13 more times.... And took about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.
Medal of Honor Recipient, Ed Freeman,died last Wednesday at the age of 80, in Boise , ID .......May God rest his soul.....
I bet you didn't hear about this hero's
passing, but we sure were told a whole
bunch about some Hip-Hop Coward
beating the crap out of his "girlfriend"

Medal of Honor Winner
Ed Freeman!
Shame on the American Media

I liked this story, and agree that our celebrity-obsessed media have a warped sense of priorities.

Now for the commentary.

The story about Major Freeman's actions in the Ia Drang valley is true. That he died last Wednesday, or last month while the media fawned over a couple of hip-hoppers and their domestic blisslessness is not. Mr. Freeman died August 20, 2008.

An insignificant detail? Perhaps. I have no doubt that little note was made in August 2008 of Ed Freeman's passing. Maybe, somewhere out there in email purgatory, someone thought it would be bright to update the juxtaposed 'news' story to make it seem current. But a story as inspirational as Major Freeman's deserves to be told with integrity. He's no less heroic when the tale's told honestly.

I hold several beliefs, and not a few opinions. My hope and prayer is that I will earn enough credibility with my readers that my thoughts are considered to be truthful and worth reading...

In other, more recent, news, veteran NBC newsman Irving R. Levine died last week.

And Here's To You Mr. Jefferson...

Found this on another's blog - it was just too good not to re-post.



h/t: LandShark

Old School Conservatism

I was fortunate to have lunch today with an old friend I hadn't seen in about 8 years.

He came to lunch in jeans and a t-shirt.

Unlike some of the fashionable t-shirts bearing the likeness of Ché or Chairman Mao, my friend's had the visage of Ronald Wilson Reagan, and the caption: Old School Conservative.




See, we can fight back.


(we'd better...)

Edit: I added the image of the t-shirt. I hope my intention was not misunderstood - I was tickled to see my friend wearing this shirt, as I am a huge fan of the 40th president. I am critical of the Ché, Mao, and Obama shirts.

Left Be-

The cool breeze was blowing, the weekend was coming to an end, and my dog had that plaintive look indicating she wanted to go for a run.

I am not a runner.

But, I do enjoy bike riding, so it's our practice for the quadruped to run alongside me, the velocipedist. I hold her leash loosely - in the event she balks, I can ditch it without wiping out. So far it's not been a problem.

This evening was interesting because, despite the perfect weather, the bike trail was, eerily, nearly deserted. We had covered the better part of 3/4 mile before passing any other trail users.

The quiet was almost unnerving. It reminded me of the Left Behind series.

If it was the Apocalypse, I would've hoped to be one of the missing...

Maybe everyone else was watching college basketball?

Pearls of Wisdom

A few weeks ago, fellow blogger D² reprinted one of Paul Harvey's essays in memory of the famous broadcaster. I had thought of re-posting it here, but will give you the link instead.

One of the other famous broadcasts that I remember was not actually penned by Mr. Harvey, though it's often attributed to him since he read it in his commentary. Written by Lee Pitts, an inspirational author and lecturer, it's entitled "My Wishes For Children":

"We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

• I'd really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.
• I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
• I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
• It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
• I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
• I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
• When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
• I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
• On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your mom.
• If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
• I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
• When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
• I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy/girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.
• May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove, and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
• I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
• I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandma/grandpa and go fishing with your uncle.
• May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
• I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hanukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you — tough times and disappointment, hard work, and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life."

To these I would only add that I hope you learn heartache by having someone you considered a friend abandon you, and that you also know the comfort of a true friend who stands with you and believes in you. And I hope that as someone else's friend, you'll be the latter.

Here's a Strange...

A statue of KFC founder Col. Harland Sanders has been found in a river in Osaka, Japan, 24 years after being deposited there by rowdy baseball fans.




Supposedly, one of the baseball players (I don't know if he was on the winning or losing team), an American, resembled the iconic chicken pitchman.

Edit: Interestingly, the statue looks like it's been partially rolled in flour and six of the eleven herbs and spices...