How Super Was Super Sunday?

I just watched a two and a half million dollar frittering away of taxpayer dollars in the form of a Super Bowl commercial. The idea was to encourage people fill out their census forms so Big Brother would know that much more about us… and something the law requires. The commercial was populated by sort-of celebrities whose faces you may recognize, but whose names you may not know.

While the price tag is chump change compared to the other waste of our dollars, the Chinese dollars, our children’s dollars and our grandchildren’s dollars. I somehow was not feeling like we were getting our money’s worth. Yet with all the nonsense coming from inside the beltway, it’s not just the money, but the lack of respect, it’s as if our government is rubbing their ability to waste our resources in our face.

Later, Audi, drinking the green kool aid, ran a spot about “green police” arresting people for getting plastic bags at the supermarket and installing incandescent bulbs. Some thought they were mocking the green movement until it turned out they were promoting a “green” car. I tended to find little humor in acting out what some of the ecowhackos would really like to do. It may be that those who may buy their vehicles are definitely of a different demographic than myself. They may not have heard about the crumbling of the global warming mythology.

The commercial that caused the most stir was the one featuring Heisman Trophy winner Tim Tebow and his mother reinforcing the value of family. It certainly was not the social scandal that leftist womans groups fussed and fumed about. In fact, it was rather tepid. Perhaps this was because the makers thought the public could not handle the truth… or perhaps the crafty Dr. Dobson understood the value of selling the sizzle instead of the steak. I’m sure he sat back and watched in amusement the foolish antics of the biddies that could not abide the idea that someone, especially a man, could advocate the idea that a woman could actually choose to let her baby live.

As a result of their banshee screams, the simple commercial attracted far more attention than it really deserved. Anyone who cared about the death and dismemberment of unborn children was alerted to watch for it… otherwise it may have slipped quietly off into the ozone with all the other television signals we are beaming in and out of space. The women’s groups speaking for the lunatic fringe were outsmarted on this one, which is really not that hard to do.

Oh yes, there was a football game too. The New Orleans Saints and Drew Brees won a well deserved victory, in some minds, an upset victory at that. It’s nice to see something good happening to the city on the delta. On the other side, Peyton Manning played well, but it was not to be. Over the years, he has secured his position as a worthy successor to Johnny Unitas – the gold standard of Colts quarterbacks. Even Johnny U didn’t win all his games.

Football is seen by some as a distraction to those fighting the battles to preserve our wonderful country. They feel it is waste of time and attention. They don’t understand that even the creator took a day off from his work after giving us a beautiful world to live in. Our bodies, and even more so, our minds were not created to battle continuously without respite. Today the country took a breather from all the bad news coming out of DC. There is nothing wrong with that, so long as we don’t completely drop our guard and we keep a keen eye out for anything else the scoundrels in the capital may pass in the dead of night when we are looking the other way. We can’t let ourselves be dull, humorless workaholics because if we do, when we win, there will be nothing to celebrate.

So now, football season is over, still we need an occasional break from the stress of the struggle. There are many other ways to take a break. Only one week after football season ends, we are treated to the Daytona 500 and the beginning of the racing season. We can cheer the helmeted gladiators for a few hours on Sunday as we renew or strengths, dedication and our spirits.