There, now you've seen it too. I tried three times to watch it and couldn't get to the end, finally this morning I read the transcript to get through it. Again I was struck by how religion poisons everything.
The body of the piece is homage to the hard work and rugged lives of those that put our food on our tables and its lovely. I worked dairy farms the latter half of my teens and I know the work that goes into the milk you pour over your cereal. Farmers should be saluted for the role they play in our society. The thing is; not all farmers believe in the Christian god, some of them accept evolution is how we got here. To suggest to them that they were created to live a hard life shows the cruelty of your god. To suggest they didn't choose to be farmers, that it was part of a plan, diminishes the individual that made the choice to work to feed others. What could have been inspiring was insulting to about one in five Americans. Those 18 yrs old or over identifying as nones has reached 17.8% of our population and continues to rise. Beating folks over the head with gawd may not be the most intelligent advertising move, unless of course you don't want the business of the sect you're isolating; in that case preach away, but you will be lost in the channel surf and never see their money line your pockets. Promoting creationism isn't helpful in a country struggling to keep up in the academic, scientific, technological, medical etc world. We need scientifically literate people to inherit this country to deal with the mismanagement of our resources and the health and safety of our people.
Let's try this another way, putting the power where it really belongs.
We the People looked upon our beautiful country and said, We need a caretaker." So some Americans embraced the challenge and became farmers.
We the people said said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows,
work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town
and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So caring Americans became
We the People said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn
colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I
need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse
with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks
and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will
finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor
back, put in another 72 hours." So resilient Americans became farmers.
We the People said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales,
yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb
pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a
It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners.
Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and
plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a
family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh,
and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that
he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. "So some American families become farmers."
Much nicer when you give back the power to the people who choose a career in agriculture because they want to feed you. See, no deity required.