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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Shamwow

Just when I thought I could get away from that Shamwow dude that always seems to be on the boob tube when I turn it on.... he is on the radio! I have satellite radio in my car but I decided to turn it to the regular radio the other day (Friday) on my way home from work. There he is Mr. Shamwow dude and his little sales pitch.

I don't watch television much because it is usually preoccupied with some sort of Doomsday or COPS show because of my three guys. I read a good bit but sometimes I like to watch a show or two on History, Nat Geo, or A&E. I also watch Tori and Dean Home Sweet Hollywood, but we just won't go there. I have never watched 90210? I think that was the right zip code? so I am not a fan of Tori Spellings, but for some reason I am drawn to the show like a moth to a flame. I don't know how I get caught up in that show or why, but I do. Maybe Tori and Dean have the Shamwow guy doing subliminal messages all during their show and that is how I am getting sucked in?!

So anyway even when I am on one of my nerd channels, I still can't get away from Mr. Shamwow. What really annoys me is when he goes "Are you following me camera guy?" What? He doesn't bother to know the name of the person he is working with? I mean really? How many people did it take to set up that commercial shoot? I am betting from the quality it was Mr. Shamwow and the camera guy probably in someones basement in lets say.... New Jersey? I am guessing because I am not good with Northern accents and I can't guess where this dude is from. Also, is it just me or does he look like Bill the Cat from Bloom County?


Then he talks about the Germans and they always invent good stuff?? Really? This is common knowledge?! I wonder if the German version of this commercial says Shamwow was created by Americans and that we always invent good stuff too? I also want to know who the heck spends that much money on paper towels in a month? I don't think I spent $20.00 on paper towels when my kids were toddlers.

In the words of Mr. Shamwow "I don't know... it sells itself, you're gonna love it!" I am gonna love it when this commercial runs its course and is off the air!
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Daily Inspiration!!

One of my favorite poems by my favorite General!

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages, Midst the pomp and toil of war, Have I fought and strove and perished Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people In all panoplies of time Have I seen the luring vision Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth, I have warred for pastures new, I have listed to the whispers When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle In each changeless changing shape From the high souled voice of conscience To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered, Played the hero and the knave; Fought for belly, shame, or country, And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles For the visions are not clear, Yet, I see the twisted faces And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior In His sacred helpless side. Yet, I've called His name in blessing When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows Where we hairy heathens warred, I can taste in thought the lifeblood; We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision I can sense the coppery sweat, Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness Where the Persian darts bounced clear, See their chariots wheel in panic From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer, Reaching for the walls of Tyre. Hear the crash of tons of granite, Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman, Can I see the Legion close, As our third rank moved in forward And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish Of that blistering treeless plain When the Parthian showered death bolts, And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering Of those arrows in my neck. Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks When my Flemish plate gave way And the lance ripped through my entrails As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness Of the glittering tropic sea I can see the bubbles rising Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest I have heard the bulwarks go When the crashing, point blank round shot Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass On the red and slippery deck With all Hell aflame within me And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General Have I galloped with Murat When we laughed at death and numbers Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded, And we shouted to our doom Where the sunken road of Ohein Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter Have I waddled on the foe Belching death at twenty paces, By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly The age long strife I see Where I fought in many guises, Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness What the objects were I wrought, But as God rules o'er our bickerings It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future, Shall I battle as of yore, Dying to be born a fighter, But to die again, once more.

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