To paraphrase Art Linkletter in his old-time television show, Kids say the darndest things, humor can be found in the darndest places. I received this video recently in an e-mail from a lovely retired couple in Florida that migrated from North to South, legally of course, leaving the winters of Ohio and fleeing for the flora and fauna of Florida, going from icicles to iguanas, from shoveling snow to seeking shade, and apparently living and loving every minute of life in the sunshine state.
If this seems familiar, it’s probably because I’ve used this same paraphrase in a previous post. Click here to read that post. It’s a really funny story well worth reading, featuring bagpipes, burials, blunders and septic tanks—that should pique your curiosity.
This is the video from YouTube that the Florida couple sent, a video that has already been viewed one and three quarters of a million times—you can keep it moving towards the two million mark, but please be forewarned that it makes a strong political statement, an incredibly funny one but still definitely political.
If you tend to lean toward the left on the political spectrum you might want to skip the video—it might make you laugh even if you are so tilted to the left that you are lying down, so view it at your own peril. However, if you tend to lean toward the right even ever so slightly, you will be doing yourself a gross disservice if you don’t watch it. Please note that the audience found humor in four separate places in this brief portion of the president’s speech, but their laughter and applause reached a crescendo when the Great Communicator delivered the punchline. And at the time of this posting, 2, 625 viewers say they liked the video and only 80 have voiced their dislike. None of the votes is mine—I strive to remain neutral in this area, a position that is rather difficult to maintain and I sometimes stray, but I still try.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
August 4, 2011 at 7:17 pm
He was such a good speaker.
August 5, 2011 at 4:25 pm
It’s nice to hear from you. Thanks for the visits and for the comments. I’ve had writer’s block for several weeks. I think of many things to write about, but can’t seem to get around to transferring my thoughts to the screen. I blame it on the heat—it’s just too hot to exert one’s self, so I’ve been spending lots of hours on the Turner Classic Movies channel, checking out some of the old black-and-white films—they just don’t make ’em like they used to!
I trust that all goes well with you and yours in the hinterlands of northeast Texas. I hope your lawn is faring better than mine—it’s beginning to look like some of the xeriscaped lawns in San Antonio, the ones with cactus and other native plants that thrive on dew drops.
You’re right about the Great Communicator being a good speaker. I’m sure most of that is the result of some hard-driving movie directors requiring him to emote, to display various emotions called for in the script. Let’s just say that he had some really competent speech writers. One of his best films—perhaps his best—was King’s Row, made in 1942.