According to the video, this farmer refused to sell his land to developers as they built up new apartment complexes in the area of Lublin. You see this all the time, all over the world, as towns and cities enter a booming phase of growth.
However, you usually don’t see such a confident middle finger to the guys in business suits.
“A farmer who cultivates his land among blocks of flats in the city of Lublin in Poland with a population of 350,000.
He did not want to sell his land to developers, instead, he decided to work on it while being a big attraction for the local residents.”
I’m going to have a glass of potato vodka in his honor.
Is Ram Trucks’ “So God Made a Farmer” Commercial The Best Ever?
It’s been 10 years since Ram Trucks released their phenomenal So God Made a Farmer Super Bowl commercial.
And to this day, it might stand on the top of that mountain as the best Super Bowl commercial of all time.
The audio was taken from Paul Harvey’s iconic “So God Made A Farmer” speech at Future Farmers of America convention in 1978.
In a collaboration with the FFA, Dodge agreed to donate up to one millions dollars ($10,000 for every 1,000,000 views that the YouTube video of the ad received), and the goal was reached in a matter of days.
To this day, it still can send chills down your spine.
Here’s the full transcript:
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. “