Whistling Dixie

I had to laugh when Nike got called out and deleted this ad a few hours after publishing it:

I’m not familiar with Nike Trail, perhaps it is a Confederation. I guess pulling the ad was less offensive than starting a Civil War over it. The actual content of the ad and what it States is Right. This is just one more casualty in the War of Northern (liberal) Aggression. So the ad has gone South but perhaps one day it will Rise Again!

I’m no fan of Nike regardless. I swore off their products when they hired Kaepernick as their spokesmodel. I mean, I’ve got quite a bit of Nike shit that I still use, but will replace them with other products when the time comes.

I don’t want to come off like I’m virtue signaling with my personal boycotts. But as a consumer I’m just not interested in supporting companies that don’t share my values. I stopped buying Gillette products when they announced they didn’t like men like me to be men like me. And I canceled my Netflix account (which truth be told I never used much anyway) when they hired Susan Rice to be on their Board of Directors. Does it make a difference? Of course not. I do it for me and my own personal satisfaction, I don’t expect to have an impact on a company’s bottom line. So there.

Enough about politics, how about this:

Hard to argue with that logic.
Well damn. Now what?

As my high school coach once asked “McCrarey, are you ignorant or just apathetic?” I replied “I don’t know and I don’t care!”

Yeah, yeah, I know. Thousands of comedians out of work and I’m trying to be funny.

Alright, now that’s funny, admit it.

It rained on me during my morning walk today. At first it was kind of refreshing, then it gave me a good soaking. Well, soaked with sweat or soaked with water is really all about the same. Still, it was some relief from the heat, so there’s that. Not raining now so it should be a pleasant afternoon for the Hash.

And there you have it.


I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land where I was born in, early on a frosty mornin’,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.

Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! hooray!
In Dixie Land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down South in Dixie,
Away, away, away down South in Dixie.

2 thoughts on “Whistling Dixie

  1. The Nike ad itself looks awfully retro, like something you’d see in a 1970s-era Life Magazine. As for the reason the ad was pulled… I had to look that up because I honestly couldn’t see anything wrong with it. Your caption hinted at echoes of the Civil War; I found a WaPo article that covered the issue in some depth, so now I understand that “The Lost Cause” was apparently a big notion among Southerners during the 1860s.

    Forcing the deletion of the ad is silly, though. This reminds me of the 4chan prank that equated the “OK” gesture with a white-power symbol, or the academic who got reprimanded by black colleagues for using the word “niggardly,” which has nothing to do with the epithet, or any number of false associations between something racist and something obviously innocuous.

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