Remember this guy? Soupy Sales, the legendary kids’ TV comic of the 1950s and 60s, was truly off the wall.
Here he is in 1993, recalling a live TV stunt he pulled in 1965 which got him kicked off the air–telling children to send him “those green pieces of paper” found in Mom’s pocketbook or Dad’s wallet.
So they did!
Soupy, you were one of a kind.
It’s true that the 2016 presidential campaign is shaping up to be one of the dirtiest ever, what with all the filth being thrown at Donald Trump, for one. And wait’ll he starts throwing it back. But many of you are too young to have experienced the 1964 campaign pitting President Lyndon Johnson against Senator Barry Goldwater; and so you missed this, which may well be the dirtiest, most low-down political ad ever shown on TV.
Here we have the Johnson campaign blatantly suggesting that if Goldwater is elected, he will start a nuclear war which will kill the poor little girl and everybody else, ka-boom, game over. So vote for LBJ if you want to live!
And of course they wound up so disgusted with LBJ and his handling of the Vietnam War that he had to step down rather than get knocked down at the 1968 Democrat convention.
Consider the prophetic quality of this bit from Fawlty Towers, filmed back around 1970.
Basil Fawlty (John Cleese), having abused, neglected, and insulted his hotel guests past the point of no return, spins around and blames them for everything. He is especially angry with the American guest who called him out for his incredibly shoddy and incompetent service.
Kind of like Donald Trump has called out the Republican establishment. If they had a hotel, it would be Fawlty Towers.
And wouldn’t you know it? Basil, berating his guests, goes on to say, “This is exactly how Nazi Germany got started!”
Ooh! Decades later, Trump and angry voters are blamed for the prat falls of the GOP–and they’re calling his supporters “Nazis” because they raised their hands, and Trump is “Hitler” and “Mussolini,” and so on.
I haven’t seen such irrational hatred of a candidate, and heard such pure venomous twaddle spouted about him, since poor Barry Goldwater in 1964 was accused to wanting to blow up the world. The Democrats actually ran a TV ad claiming that mushroom clouds would spring up all over the world if Goldwater were elected.
If these bums are so afraid of Trump, there must be something good about him.
Wow, Linda, thanks for this request–Since I Have Been Redeemed, here sung by the congregation at the Cleveland Baptist Church.
I’d never heard this hymn before today. This is another one that I’d love to hear sung by 75,000 people at once.
Sweet Violets is a gag song, actually, but my father used it as a lullaby. I think my earliest memory is of him singing this to me.
To hear it again, after all these years and years and years–well, gosh, that man sure did love his children.
I miss you, Daddy!
I’m all caught up on hymn requests, so I hope you don’t mind if I go with this–Tennessee Ernie Ford singing Bringing in the Sheaves. This is another one I’d like to hear 50,000 people sing at once.
Father in Heaven, help us hold out till the harvest!
Remember this news story from two or three years ago? If you missed it then, prepare to see something incredible.
Cats pay back the love you give them. Don’t believe anyone who says they don’t.
Revelation Song, by Phillips, Craig, and Dean–requested by Allison–sets to music some of the verses in Revelation chapters 4 and 5. It’s not listed as a hymn, but surely it could be.
As our culture is coarsened more and more, mostly by those who should be most concerned with preserving and protecting it, we may remember the heavenly throne room and the praise showered on the Lamb, who alone is worthy to receive it.
This they can’t stain. This they can’t touch. And God’s Word shall prevail against the evils of this age.
Let’s start the day with Rejoice in the Lord, by Ron Hamilton, requested by Linda. This song echoes the lesson taught throughout the Bible, for instance in Hebrews 12, “For whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth” (v. 6). Or as one old-time preacher put it, “You ain’t done much tribulatin’ yet.”
Not that we want to do any today!
This little boy is extremely dubious about the sloppy joe served up to him for dinner.
We do have to be careful about what grownups want to feed us. I remember one time, when I was very young, my Aunt Gertie gave me what I took to be a piece of chocolate candy. But when I bit into it, it had a coffee filling and out it went!
By the way, the portion served to this toddler is way too big even if it isn’t poop.