“Towards the Sound of Chaos”
I just saw the new Marine Corps recruiting commercial called “Towards the Sound of Chaos” and it was pretty cool. Of course, it’s so new, it’s not on YouTube yet. But I found it at the Marine Corps website but I can’t get the damn thing to embed, so you’ll have to go to the link until I figure this thing out;
The New York Times describes the scene;
The campaign’s inaugural television commercial opens with scenes of a smoke-draped horizon and the sounds of gunfire and people screaming in the distance. The terrain is vaguely desertlike, but there are no geographic landmarks — not even a hill — to pin down the location. It could be Africa, Central Asia or Kansas.
Marines then sprint into the picture and toward the smoke, F/A-18 fighter jets screaming overhead. Before the minute-long ad is over, virtually every form of Marine war-fighting hardware — the much-critiqued V-22 Osprey, Cobra attack helicopters, amphibious assault vehicles and a hovercraft — make guest appearances.
“Most people hear the sounds of chaos and run in the opposite direction,” the baritone-voiced narrator says. “But there are a few who listen intently for these sounds, not in the hopes of hearing them, but to help rid the world of them.”
The spot ends with a provocative tagline: “Which way would you run?”
The ad was just released Saturday, so I’m pretty sure that the hand-wringers haven’t had a chance to circle their pink-bunting covered wagons yet. I’m fairly certain they’ll be wetting their panties soon enough. But, I think the Marines did a good job…after all, they’re trying to attract people who would run towards the sound of the guns, not a bunch of bed-wetting sissies whose sensibilities will be offended that there are better men than them in the world.
Category: Marine Corps
3+ months, Davie-boy – from early March until today. And still – no docs. I guess you really don’t have a package.
So this one is for you. My apologies to Bono, Edge, and the other lads at U2 for what follows. Beautiful Day is otherwise a rather nice song.
Packageless Dave
Dave you’re a tool
Said you’d send me all your docs
Three months just ain’t cool
Nothing sent to me so far
You lied like a dog
And the reason that we all care
Is ’cause fakers suck
And you’re not fooling anyone
You thought you’d found a fool
To take your side at this place
But you were wrong –
I’ll call you out as a fake
You’re just D-U-I Dave
You act like just a knave
You’re still package-less Dave
So send your “docs” today
You’re just a toad
Seems you’ve got no integrity
You’re name is mud
At T-A-H for all to see
You act like a clown
Nothing that you say rings true
While we all frown
And then we jump all over you
It’s a fake C-I-B
Won’t let you get away
With fake S-F-Q-C
Blow me!
Go now to some other place!
Lie there!
Or deliver here at T-A-H!
I want your docs in black and white
I want to see all those fakes tonight
See your fake S-F-Q-C
And fake orders for your C-I-B
I don’t think you have the balls
To reply to my “BULLSHIT!” call
So go away, shut your damn mouth
And let no more damn lies come out
It’s a fake C-I-B
Won’t let you get away
With fake S-F-Q-C
Faker!
Go now to some other place!
Blow me!
I know now you’re a hopeless waste!
What you don’t have you can’t fake it now
What you don’t have you can’t fake somehow
We’ve now seen through all your BS lies
Don’t need them now
D-U-I Dave, just leave now