Excellent!
A parody of sorts, of the great Superbowl commercial with Paul Harvey.
Previously:
So God Made A Farmer
Excellent!
A parody of sorts, of the great Superbowl commercial with Paul Harvey.
Previously:
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.”
Saint Peter is sitting at the Pearly Gates when two brothers wearing Obama T-shirts arrived.
St. Peter looked out through the Gates and said, “Wait here. I will be right back.”
St. Peter goes over to God’s chambers and tells him who is waiting for entrance.
God says to Peter: “How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t be racist and judgmental here. This is heaven. Everyone is loved. Everyone is a brother. Go back and let them in!”
St. Peter goes back to the Gates, looks around, and lets out a heavy sigh.
He returns to God’s chambers and says “Well, they’re gone.”
“The guys wearing Obama T-Shirts?” asked God.
“No. The Pearly Gates.”
TEXAS BEER JOINT SUES LOCAL CHURCH OVER LIGHTNING STRIKE!
(This should keep you chuckling for awhile)
A bar called Drummond’s (in Mt Vernon, Texas ) began construction on an expansion of their building, hoping to “grow” their business.
In response, the local Southern Baptist Church started a campaign to block the bar from expanding – petitions, prayers, etc.
About a week before the bar’s grand re-opening, a bolt of lightning struck the bar and burned it to the ground!
Afterward, the church folks were rather smug – bragging about “the power of prayer”.
The angry bar owner eventually sued the church on grounds that the church… “Was ultimately responsible for the demise of his building, through direct actions or indirect means.”
Of course, the church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection to the building’s demise.
The judge read carefully through the plaintiff’s complaint and the defendant’s reply.
He then opened the hearing by saying:
“I don’t know how I’m going to decide this, but it appears from the paperwork that what we have here is a bar owner who now believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that does not.”