godmadeafarmer
godmadeafarmer

På den åttande dagen...

...sa Herren: Eg treng nokon til å ta vare på dette. Så skapte han bonden. Her er ein amerikansk gullfisk-kandidat.

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Vi skal ikkje meine mykje om verken religion eller bilar, men inspirert av årets Gullfisk til Felleskjøpets meisterverk: Her er ei amerikansk utgåve av god reklame du må sjå. Mest av alt fordi det er triveleg med slik heider til ei stolt yrkesgruppe. Reklamen vart vist under årets Superbowl. Takk til Karl Daniel for tipset!

Vil du lese heile teksten, versågod:

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer. God 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 God made a farmer. God 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 God made the farmer. God 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 meadowlark." 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 God made a farmer."

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