The Yoga Farmer

The Yoga Farmer

The Yoga Farmer
A very scary video indeed!

The Yoga Farmer Is the Most Bizarre Video You’ll See This Year

That may seem like a boastful claim, but bear in mind that I watch bizarre videos for a living, so I know of what I speak. Watching this video will make you think that you’ve accidentally consumed a psychedelic drug–and a lot of it.

There is little information available about this video, presumably because everyone associated with it has attempted to destroy all evidence of it, then changed their identities, and disappeared. But I surmise that during the 1990s, there was a direct-to-video production company called Mystic Fire Video. According to co-founder Sheldon Rochlin, it was “very concerned with the transformation of consciousness, not only through spiritual teaching but through art, music, poetry and film.”

That is, of course, why one produce a Hee Haw-like countrified introduction of yoga to children apparently called E-i E-i Yoga. It is also why you would have a cow puppet that teaches you how to breathe and a giant rooster with a Jamaican accent.

It makes complete sense to me–which should probably be worrying. I should have someone drive me to hospital.

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Joke Of The Day: The Replacement

Rubber ChickenA man was driving down a quiet country lane when out into the road strayed a rooster. Whack! The rooster disappeared under the car in a cloud of feathers.

Shaken, the man pulled over at the farmhouse and rang the doorbell. A farmer appeared. The man somewhat nervously said, “I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace him.”

“Suit yourself,” the farmer replied, “the hens are round the back.”

 

 

So God Made A Farmer

In case you missed it here is one of the best commercials from Super Bowl Sunday. It was the Dodge ad based on the “So God Made A Farmer” speech by Paul Harvey.

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,’Maybe next year,’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours.” So God made the farmer.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark.”

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.”

 

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