The other day I was channel surfing a little bit, trying in vain to find something worth spending time looking at on my television, when I passed by a Sylvester Stallone, Sandra Bullock movie, Demolition Man. The back of the box summary on the movie says, “A police officer is brought out of suspended animation in prison to pursue an old ultra-violent nemesis who is loose in a non-violent future society.”
In that bit of time traveling that is done through the magic of suspended animation and to create the realism of the period from which the Sylvester Stallone character originated, they played a clip of an old black and white Armour hot dog commercial. Upon hearing it I was reminded of just how far our nation has come in advancing the protected snowflake, overly sensitive, safe-zone, social justice warrior mentality.
To put it bluntly, there’s no way a commercial like that could get made today. They’d stand a better chance if they were promoting cigarettes and drinking to underage kids than what is in that classic commercial from 1967.
The lyrics, which are enough to melt any snowflake instantly simply say:
Hot dogs, Armour hot dogs.
What kind of kids eat Armour hot dogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks.
Tough kids, sissy kids, even kids with chicken pox love hot dogs,
Armour hot dogs. The dogs kids love to bite.
“How hurtful, insensitive and bullying,” we would be told today by the perpetually outraged butt-hurt diversity lobby. Boycotts by fatness advocates, Anorexia support groups, anti-bullying crybabies and gender-confused or homosexual agenda promoters who be rained down on Armour. Even the CDC might get in line to declare that the once-nearly eradicated Chicken Pox reemergence has nothing to do with the illegals, refugees and other carriers who the “tolerant” Democrats have forced into our midst.
If Armour or anyone else made that commercial today, they’d be out of business tomorrow. That unfortunate reality is not a testimony to the growth of our society but to its regression. Not everybody is the same. Some of us are fat or skinny and choosing not to admit it has no bearing on the reality. A sissy pretending to be a tough guy is only going to end up getting hurt. The reality still exists, in some ways, as with the sissy kids, to a greater degree.
They’ve legislated and shamed denial into the equation but that only means it can’t be openly discussed, or if it is, it has to be done in such a manner so as to advocate for special protections or privileges. Pretending you don’t have chicken pox won’t make the itch or the scars go away.
Things were a lot more honest back “in the day.” And when a kid grew up, they knew how to deal with their shortcomings themselves. They didn’t need to call the police because McDonalds only put 19 nuggets in their 20 piece order.
These days the emotionally handicapped rely upon the nanny state for keeping them safe and free from hurtful insults or physical attacks, in every problem we encounter. Society is expected to be perfect and when it isn’t they have to fix it. They’ve turned many Americans who might have been normal into delusional fat or skinny sissy kids, who can’t climb on rocks, or handle life’s adversity.
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