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!
Here it is, in 1967:
The comments below the YouTube video remark that such an ad could not be made today, with its fat, skinny, tough, and sissy shaming. They wonder how long it will be before it is pulled for its offensive content.
I think it might be pulled for another reason: Look at the diversity among those kids! Different races, sexes, and sizes, all getting along with each other! I thought we were bigoted back then. The presence of this ad belies the contemporary narrative.
Indeed, my own memory is of children from all sorts of backgrounds (I was raised in central California) playing together. Sure, we didn’t let the girls (except the rare talented and interested one) play HORSE or 500 or flag football. But they did play marbles with us. And nobody, nobody gave a damn what color your skin was.
I hate history being rewritten before my eyes; I have a hard enough time with my memory as it is. Famously in the original Star Wars: A New Hope, Han Solo shoots Greedo in the cantina before Greedo draws his weapon, and since 1997, Greedo draws first, to justify Han’s reaction (here’s the video, at 7:45). Give me a break!
A couple of weeks ago, some friends took my wife and me to see a production of Paint Your Wagon. The program notes that the original was a messy affair. Apparently this was the excuse to lade the show with politically correct sentiment and woke, tinny, and banal dialog. Our friends were angry, and justifiably so. They wanted their beloved musical; they got warmed-over Leni Riefenstahl. My wife and I shared their dismay.
The reinterpretation of history is inevitable; it’s purposeful gaslighting is unnerving and immoral. Our artifacts are being removed or used as palimpsests for propaganda. What some intend as a “brave new world” emerges as “what fresh Hell.”
What to do? My idea is to run my own version of the Benedict Option: Buy a copy of From Dawn to Decadence by Jacques Barzun, and read it. This masterpiece is laden with recommendations (e.g., “The book to read is The Railway Station by L.T.C. Rolt”). Then purchase as many books from his recommendations that you can. Then hand them down to your kids. It can be your way to “snatch a fingernail of a saint from the rack or a handful of ashes from the faggots, and bury them secretly in a flowerpot against the day, ages hence, when a few men begin again to dare to believe that there was once something else, that something else is thinkable” (Witness by Whittaker Chambers).
Barzun’s book covers only the last 500 years, but it’s a good start to the pursuit of the past. And we should pursue our past.
And be dogged in the pursuit.Published in