The polarizing abortion commercial staring Tim Tebow and his mother aired early in the Super Bowl broadcast last night. Backstory here.
Oh, but you know what? Turned out the commercial was light, funny, and never mentioned anything any more controversial than “worry”:
So all of the intolerant liberals making somber proclamations and finger-wagging response videos and what-not were suddenly (and brilliantly) denied their backwater rubes shriekin’ hysterically ’bout Jeebus and murderin’ babies and stuff.
(I guess all of that must be at the link if you follow it. Heh.)
Wow. What should the tongue-clucking liberals do? How can this error of overplay be mollified? Drop this round of “dialogue,” and live to fight another day? Reasoned rhetoric, maybe leaning a bit toward conciliatory?
Nope. How about let’s find domestic abuse in that commercial?
“I am blown away at the celebration of the violence against women in [the Tim Tebow ad]. That’s what comes across to me even more strongly than the anti-abortion message. I myself am a survivor of domestic violence, and I don’t find it charming. I think CBS should be ashamed of itself.” – NOW president Terry O’Neill
Almost nothing is as reliably entertaining as the lunatic left.
Congratulations to the New Orleans Saints, Super Bowl XLIV champions! Awesome! Couldn’t believe how low the halftime score was. And how about that pick-six?
I was delighted to be a part of the power circle at Saintseester’s house. She and her seester are headed to NOLA to take big, big bites of the festivities. I have encouraged healthy levels of live blogging.
Concerned parents, dig: you have so much more to worry about that’s so much more important. There are actual bad guys in the actual world who are battling for your children. Teach them to be skeptical consumers of information. Teach them to stay away from pills that don’t come from doctors or parents. You hearing me?
Look, I acknowledge that I’m a bit of an unusual Christian on this score. I don’t believe there are literal demons to call in the first place. (You hearing me? I don’t think they’re there. Send ‘em after me with everything you got, buddy. 666, and inverted cross, and whatever the hell else.) Speaking of, I don’t think there is an actual fire-and-brimstone place called hell. Finally, I’m not at all sure there’s an actual fallen angel “down there” named Lucifer trying to pull me (and you) from God’s path.
I’ll tell you something that might make you feel better. When I was 16 or so, my stepbrother Chris, this guy Matt, and I burned our Ouija board to hear it scream, and we never heard it. It burned like the manufactured wooden good it was, and that was the end of it.
And know that ideo-motor response is a much better explanation for a Ouija board’s actions than is contact with a spirit world. (See also Occam’s razor.)
We had a school shooting in the neighborhood today. It was at Discovery Middle School in Madison. (This is the same facility in which I attended high school.) The shooter and victim are both ninth graders, and all indications are that it’s an isolated incident.
The victim, Todd Brown, was shot in the head and is in critical condition. However, as I type he was shot more than four hours ago, and it seems encouraging that he’s alive that long afterward. (UPDATED: I just read that he died.)
God be with all those close to Todd and with everyone touched by this tragedy.
Go read Jay Nordlinger on our esteemed president getting a little comeuppance (though I’m certain he’s too deluded to realize it, and it’s not like the mainstream media would point such a thing out). On the Middle East, Barack Obama was heard to utter “I’ll be honest with you. This is just really hard.” Brilliant, Mr. President! I mean, what biting analysis! Shall we thumb back through all of the uninformed bile you spat at George W. Bush over the Middle East? Wouldn’t that be fun? I think I’ll make that a future post.
I’m spending a cheat tonight. The first red meat I will eat in 2010 will come in the form of some Papa Murphy’s five-meat stuffed pizza, and hell yes, I’m looking forward to it. A big nasty grease bomb pizza was really the only red meat item I badly craved last month.
Speaking of my waistline, my two miles daily is going to have to come gradually, because it’s hitting me much harder than I anticipated. I’m taking baseline measurements this week, and scaling up 10% weekly until I get there. Probably this will mean about 1.4 miles daily next week, then 1.54 the week after that, then 1.7… It’s all about making it stick, and I think pounding it out this week would have had a lot of resentment/rebellion potential.
My poor, beloved Crimson Tide had to settle for the #3 or #5 class signed this year, depending on which bunch of nitwits you ask. As BamaDan pointed out, when you’re loaded everywhere, you slip a couple of notches because a bunch of incoming redshirts are guaranteed. These are fine, fine problems to have.
Someone left a wooden cross leaning on one of the rocks at a pagan worship circle, recently constructed and opened by the Air Force. This is a hate crime. Yawn.
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