WTF, Vox.

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Vox just wrote a piece, about the pajama guy in the new Obamacare commercial.  I hope he was joking.  It just didn't sound like it.  Talking about the pajama guy, who he says is a former IDF soldier as if that meant something, as someone to be respected for his service.  Bruce Lee didn't mean a thing to me, a simple, or even top, IDF, or US soldier doesn't mean much.  If I am sent for someone, I wouldn't have knocked on their door and asked them to fist fight.  I would catch them with their pants down or their lights out, then finished their job, if possible.  I don't get when people think being a warrior, even me as one, means a damned thing.  That doesn't make someone... defense-able.  I can literally kill most men you know with a few punches.  If I fight for life, and know it going in, I can take a man out of competition in less time than a blink.  I can even simply put him down but not kill him, in five seconds.  I can do that without a blade or firearm.  Add in one of those and I'm outright lethal to mass numbers of attackers or defenders.  IDF does not impress.  I don't impress me.  I am not eternal.  Even more?  What I take I cannot return.  Pathetic.

Then he suggests that the ad is genius.  I hope he is, again, jesting.  No matter how perfectly you design a fail joke to spring on attackers, if you have to explain it, you have failed.  Why not just have Boy George do the schtick.  He was said to have been a heck of a fighter.  Fail.  Same with using an IDF, or anyone "man", in onesies.  Fail.  Maybe it works for the erudite, who have merely trained for combat but have never been in it up to their necks, deeper in the worst of it, much deeper actually, with nowhere to go but enemy territory in any direction.  He loses a notch on this, if he is serious.

Oh, don't think I'm bitching behind his back.  If I was still posting comments, I would have posted this there.  Had to post it somewhere though, because it irked me.  And yes, I pound Vox just like anyone else, when they shit out a loser turd.  *bam*  I hit the pope, I hit my mom, don't think there is anyone I won't nail.  Including myself, if I find myself to be wrong.  God is about the only one I won't hit.  Even when I think He is wrong, I know it isn't Him so contemplate.

Gah!  I've got a headache.  Later.