Wednesday, December 24, 2008

70's Coca-Cola Christmas Commercial

Merry Christmas Eve!

Here is a Christmas version of the well-known "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing" sung by the Hilltop singers.


  1. I not only remember this one, I do think about it all the time.

    This nice commercial predates all this diversity propaganda. I remember the 1970's as a time where we believed in the Melting Pot.

    You dove in. You changed it and it changed you. Foreigners back then assimilated and we welcomed them with open arms. Everyone was your brother or sister. Skin color did not matter. We did not call ourselves anything but Americans. No hyphens. I did not even know what European blood I had in me till I asked my Dad when I was in my teens. No one cared! What mattered is what was on the inside. Everyone was proud to be an American – especially the Americans by choice.

    Now look at who we got for a First Lady. Michelle Obama was only proud of her country “for the first time in my adult lifetime” when she thought – correctly as it turned out – she was being crowned.

    The general consensus, at least as I saw it back then, was we were all more alike than we were different.

    Now a days with "diversity" we are all divided into groups. Separate and apart. “Diversity” promotes the idea that I am white and you are black there is a barrier between us. We are totally different. We are so different that I have to be lectured on tolerance and urged not to resort to violence.

    I hate that. Tolerance was something I was taught as a little kid. I have never fought anyone in my life. We are being condescended to death. What diversity means in practice is division. I am not sure if that is the intention or not but that is definitely the result.

    Some of us don’t even speak the same language.

    I guess I think of this commercial because of this balkanization of our culture. Why can't we go back to the way it used to be? Maybe this “diversity” is just a phase.

    I sure hope so.

  2. Boy, did you get that right. Back then, we didn't care about the outside, it was what was inside that counted. Maybe it was just because I was a kid then, but, back then, we was either friends or not friends based solely on personality. Either two people got along or they didn't. I ran around and played with kids of all colors, never caring what color they was. We was friends, it didn't matter, and it didn't occur to any of us that it should matter.

    Maybe we should all just have a coke, smile, and learn that the other guy isn't that different from us.