Wind mills and super bowls in Cotton, MN, a little town in alcoholic America:
I haven’t watched any football, to include super bowls, since a boy called Joe Montana hung up his shoes, which raises this question: how old is the average super bowl viewer–I suspect the little children have virtually no role in this secular cum religious fantasy as they’ve so many other distractions–but what is the average age–has anybody researched this at any depth? More directly, how many Americans really follow what is a very dated game anymore?
Regarding the New Yorker article, of which read,–how many Americans who still have any hair left and how many super bowl viewers have ever even heard of Bob Dylan, who was a magnificent poet but whose voice was like fingernails on a chalk board–that aside–he is really, really old–so if the old “this Bud’s for you” crowd thinks using Dylan’s music to demonstrate that the company has fully signed in to the Democratic Party’s childish preachments about wind mill energy–again–who is their audience?
The larger issue is–no advertising man–and they are simply the brightest men in commerce as they can get into your head and you can’t shake them loose–ever–no ad man can make Budweiser taste good–nor wind mills warm Cotton, MN either.
As a sidebar, I wonder what the fans in Cotton, MN, where this week there was an absolute high of negative 56F–disregarding wind chill–yes I said negative 56F, think about risking their tenuous winter existence to Democratic Party canards about wind mill devices to keep them warm?
Whiteface River in Cotton, MN at Hwy 53, October 22, 2015
This final missive–sports–to include football is about, especially the super bowl, gambling, faux camaraderie and alcoholism—American sport sells fake joint amusement and drunkenness and gambling–that’s it–that’s the job.
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
~~Finis Origine Pendet…The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~~~~~Non SibiThe declaration that:“I am here to save mankind,” means that:“I am here to rule mankind.”The escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~
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John Daniel Begg raises cotton.
In the Old South, the real Southland, we had a charming expression, when asked what an idle man did for a living:
~~“Oh, he raises cotton.”~~
Which meant, he did absolutely nothing at all, as cotton, “the white gold,” raises herself.
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“Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd The Mother of Mankind" ~~ Paradise Lost Book One Verse 35 Our Mr MiltonHow short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?
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