There was one super bowl commercial this year that caught me off guard; one that I found entirely moving and worthy of this great country we call home.
In the midst of all the ads written and produced for the lowest common denominator in American "culture", there was one that rose far above the crowd. Among a sea of ads that cost $3.7 million dollars a minute for beer, and fast cars, and snack chips, and greasy web hosting sites, and body spray, and fast food, there was one commercial that really stood out all alone, all by itself.
It was a commercial that really mattered, and that celebrated the simple, hardworking folk in the middle part of our country that the rest of us coastal elites spend our lives flying over at 40,000 feet and 350 miles an hour. I would argue that the values of these folks may be what makes our country endure.
This was the audio of a poem written and recited by famous radio broadcaster Paul Harvey at the 1978 Future Farmers of America, set to scenes of the American farmland and the farmers who work it.
This commercial made my day. We should celebrate common ordinary dignified folks such as these: