Showing posts with label Superbowl ads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Superbowl ads. Show all posts

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Tebow, and Truth

How to Kill
(by R.P.Edwards)

Dehumanize your enemy
Declare them less than man
So much easier to dispose of
To fill the selfish plan
Treat them like a tumor
Remove and throw away
They’ll never stand to face you…
Until the judgment day


The Superbowl is upon us and, one of the commercials of controversy (although not yet seen by the general public at the time of this posting) has to do with Tim Tebow--a Heisman trophy winner who, over twenty years ago, was offered life by his mother, Pam, against the advice of her physicians who thought her recovery from a debilitating disease would be aided by the in Utero destruction (abortion) of her unborn son.  She, a Christian missionary, put her faith in a higher physician…and the world is blessed by her decision.

Now, apparently this commercial is a very low key celebration of life and family (otherwise it wouldn’t have been allowed in this venue).  Nevertheless, those who strongly support abortion rights are crying “foul!” They (although, remember, the commercial has not yet been seen) have elicited the aid of a couple sports spokesmen (Sean James and Al Joyner) to counter the message by gently (I watched ‘em) reminding us of the rights and wisdom of women. 

Just a slight word of advice.  Instead of taking the “athlete” tack, I recommend a more direct, more transparent approach.  So, when, say, Pam Tebow says how she’s glad that her son was born; counter by having women testify who are glad they’ve had an abortion .  And, when Tim says how he’s glad he had a chance to be born, counter with an individual who is glad he was never given that chance.  Come to think of it…that last part might be difficult.

Once again, the issue is not the choice of the woman, but whether the baby in the womb…is a “baby” in the womb.  Oh, that we would at least adopt the standard used in our criminal justice system to give these little guys a chance!  C'mon, let’s seriously look at this precious, unique, growing thing in the womb…and see if it rises to the level of “a reasonable doubt” of being human.  And, since “it” obviously does…let’s let him or her be born and “then” if mom wants to give the baby away…fine. 

As an aside:  I read one account where a pro-abortion group said the sponsor of the Tebow ad (Focus on the Family) is an extremist organization; well out of the mainstream.  What a laugh…and what a sad commentary on who we have become. 

That's what I think.  How about you.  Click comments below...and say.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Superbowl Blues

 
 
Not so Superbowl
(by R.P.Edwards)

The Superbowl
Without a team
The Superbowl
Without a dream
I tried my best
To stake a claim
I tried to give
My hopes…a name
But all my horses
One step shy
All my boxers
Blackened eyes
All my arrows
Fell to earth
All my plenty
Dust…and dearth
And so I ponder
Should I stay?
Watch the game
No heart…in play?
Can frills and fancies
Earn my view
When on the gridiron
No champion…true?
For now…it’s no
Or so I say
But
Clever ads
May win…the day


The Rams…rammed.  The Cardinals…clipped.  The Vikings…dead and on their way to Vahalla. 
First I went for the local team, then the favorite player, and finally the sympathetic old guy…all for naught. 
Honestly, we might just pass on the “event” this year.  Even the prospective new crop of high dollar commercials have lost their allure (knowing, of course, that they can be garnered elsewhere). 

However, there is some time between now and then and, when game day arrives, the tube may very well make its way to the “Super” channel.  But for now…it’s a pass.   Too much time and emotion already invested. 

Unless, of course…I find a reason.  If I can’t find someone to root for, perhaps I can pick a team to root against.  Let’s see, the Rams, in their near-glory days,  were beaten by the Patriots in Superbowl thirty six…in New Orleans!  Took me three days to get over it.  Now there’s a reason!  Root “against” the team…from New Orleans!

I know.  Lame.  But…I’ve got to come up with a reason to see, firsthand, what the Clydesdales are up to.

That’s what I think.  How about you?  Click comments below…and say.