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.
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101 responses to ““Towards the Sound of Chaos””
I just love giving you guys crap about your commercials. Love you jarheads… If you guys weren’t around I would never feel smart or pretty. A wannabe like DUI doesn’t rate to talk crap to anyone.
Damn you Jason, damn you straight to hell. 😛 Nothin but love brother! As for the inebriated one, I wonder if it’s Mr. JD typing, whilst dave sits idly by drooling on himself.
Day 11 of waiting, DUIDave.
Day 12.
Day 13, and the waiting continues.
Day 14 and counting (week 3 begins) . . .
Still nada into week 3. Send the docs, DUIDave.
Still nada into week 3. Send those docs, DUIDave.
2 1/2 weeks – and nothing. Where are the docs, DUIDave?
Coming up on 3 weeks. Send the docs, DUIDave.
3 weeks today, DUIDave – and still no docs. WTF’s the matter? Your arm broke? Nah, can’t be – you commented on TAH the other day. So that’s not it.
My guess is you’re “having trouble finding” your docs. That I can understand – it can be hard to find something that doesn’t seem to exist.
Send them.
3 1/2 weeks, DUI-Guy. Where are yer docs?
4 weeks and counting, DUIDave. Having trouble finding those docs? Or figuring out how to use a scanner?
Hondo, you might get a copy of a G.I. Joe filecard with Dave written on it…
I doubt I’m gonna get a damn thing, Jason. The silence here is beginning to speak – quite clearly.
One month tomorrow . . . .
First: an apology up-front to the lads of Midnight Oil – for butchering the lyrics of Drums of Heaven below. And to anyone else who might be offended – except for one individual.
DUIDave: it’s been a month since you agreed to send me two docs. Two freaking documents. That takes about 5 or 10 minutes. And you’ve had more than enough time to “shit or get off the pot”.
If you ever actually had any docs to begin with, that is.
As of today – still nothing. Nada. Rien. Nichts. Niente. You haven’t sent jack shit. So since I had a few minutes, I came up with this little ditty in your “honor”:
Jackass at TAH
(to the tune of Midnight Oil’s Drums of Heaven)
At one time, a jackass called DUIDave posted at T-A-H
Making claims of being S-F, with C-I-B too
When challenged, he offered to send me the docs backing up all his claims
But to date has sent nothing to me, and nothing to you
By the time you make up your mind
To send me one doc
You’ll have white pubes around yer cock
And by the time you make up your mind
If ever you do
You’ll doubtless need Viagra too
Davey’s claims seemed bogus and he acted like was a real assclown
But many still gave him the benefit of the doubt
‘Till one day, he pushed some of us here just a little bit too far
And then made a deal that he just hasn’t honored at all
By the time you make up your mind
To send me one doc
You’ll have white pubes around yer cock
And by the time you make up your mind
To send me one more
You’ll prob’ly be too old to score
Go to a Kinko’s
Walk to their scanner
Put the docs in it
Hit the scan button
Save them P-D-F
Move them to thumb drive
Go to a PC and e-mail them to me . . . .
By the time you make up your mind
To send me one doc
You’ll have white pubes around yer cock
And by the time you make up your mind
To send me one more
You’ll doubtless be too old to score
You’ll doubtless be too old to score
You’ll doubtless be too old to score
Just ask Jonn for my damn e-mail address, dipstick. He has my permission to give it to you. Or just post yours here at TAH and I’ll send an e-mail to you. See instructions in comment 46 above for the procedure to verify that the address is legit.
@67 Hondo: the masses are applauding! Well stroked.
Five weeks today. I think I’ll start calling this guy “Docless Dave”.
I notice he’s not showing his pudgy little Airsoft-playing face around here very much of late.
C’est dommage.
Too funny, keep up the good work Hondo. 🙂
5 1/2 weeks and counting, Drunk Dave.
Six weeks tomorrow, Docless Dave.
Maybe he got lost…or he is “crunk” I am kinda embarrassed I used that term, but I am proud I don’t know what it means.
He has no cojones (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cojones), otherwise he’d have either produced the documents, or he’d have fessed up and told us that he doesn’t have any.
David Borrachín sin Cojones . . . hmmm. Has a good ring to it, Marine_7002. I’ll keep that one on tap. Thanks.
Yeah, 76 was me. Different machine and forgot to reenter ID info.
Well, starting week 7 and still nothing. For everything you’ve claimed to have done, you should have a package of documents. I wonder if I should start calling you DWP (Dave Without Package)?
7 1/2 weeks, Packageless Dave. Send that package of documents!
Send the documents, drunkard Dave. Eight weeks today.
Coming up on two months without any docs received, oh packageless wonder called DUIDave. (Wonder how walking around while everybody knows you can’t find your package . . . of documents . . . feels like?) Guess I’ll have to start working on something to document the start of month 3.
Hondo–don’t worry, he’ll give it another month or two and come back under some other cutesy name, claiming how we’re all a bunch of phonies, poseurs, etc.
He’s cute, in a trollish way.
Hondo, you’re too funny! You should have your own comedy show! This is just what I needed before going to deal with a bunch of four year olds at my granddaughter’s preschool. Maybe I’ll find DicklessDave there!?
Yat Yas 1833: I think you misspelled his moniker above, amigo. He’s Docless Dave, AKA “the Packageless Wonder Boy”.
Hondo: It’s been 8 months for me, so you have a long wait coming.
Hondo, LOL! See what I mean!? Phoenix had a new comedy club in the heart of downtown, you need to schedule a show there.:)
Damn it – the calender says I goofed. It’s only been 6 1/2 weeks so far; I managed to get a week ahead of myself. 2 months is NEXT Sunday vice the day after tomorrow.
I guess that means I’ve got more time to come up with something to “celebrate”. I’ll see what I can do.
Send that package of docs, Docless Dave
Wassup, docless wonder called DUIDave?
Eight weeks and nothing.
I guess some guys are just too shy to expose their docs – or lack of same.
It’s OK. Some guys have big docs – and some are docless. It’s OK if you’re one of the docless ones.
dang… relentless.
8 1/2 weeks, DUI Dave. Whassamatta – can’t you find your docs? Did your pet gerbil chew them up?
Find ’em, scan ’em – and send ’em!
Hondo, you have the patience of Job! We all know Docless isn’t going to put up because he can’t.
Hell, I know that Yat Yas 1833 – but my doing this reminds everybody of that fact. And hopefully also embarrasses the shit out of our “SF CIB hero”, DUIDave.
And it’s kinda fun, too. (smile)
Two months as of today, DipstickDave. Still waiting for those docs.
I’ll post my “month-3 kickoff” comment tomorrow morning.
Dickless Dave, sorry Hondo, Hondo has called you out to put up or shut up. You haven’t put up so your options are kinda limited, aren’t they.
Starting month 3, oh packageless boy wonder who calls himself “DUIDave”. It’s been over 2 full months now since you said you’d send me proof of your claims to SF qual and CIB award.
Since I’m posting this, obviously you haven’t sent squat.
So now it’s time to appropriately recognize that fact – and to piss of a leftist from the music industry at the same time.
Bite me, Michael Stipe. You get no apology for the following take on your lyrics from REM’s “What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?” Fair use doctrine, parody, you choose whatever copyright exception you like. Several would seem to apply.
Where Yer Documents, Drunkard?
Where yer documents Drunkard? You said that you’d send them to me
So I could review them, give them some real close scrutiny
You claimed to be Ess-Eff, have a See-Eye-Bee
So far you’ve sent nothing – no, nothing I’ve seen
You’ve acted just like a petulant teen, uh huh
You wore out our patience with ignorant spleen, uh huh
What’s the deal now Davie? Why do I have no docs to see?
What’s the matter, can’t find them? Or is it they “no existee”?
If I had to guess, I’d bet on the last
You acted the fool here, now you get no pass
You wore out our patience by showing no class, uh huh
All the time you were just showing your ass, uh huh
What’s yer story now Dipstick? Did your dog eat your See-Eye-Bee
As well as your orders from finishing Ess-Eff-Que-See?
My guess is your lying, have been all along
You’re as much use as a castrato’s dong
Your story’s quite eff-ed up, but makes a good song, uh huh
A song that we’ll sing, we’ll sing loud and strong, uh huh
You wore our patience by acting the fool, uh-huh
You couldn’t understand
You always act like you’re chin’s wet with drool, uh-huh
You couldn’t understand
You really should know, that shit just ain’t cool, uh-huh
You couldn’t understand
You never proved squat, so, we’ll f**k with thee, uh-huh
Scan and send the documents, “Dave”. Get my e-mail address from Jonn.
Week 10 begins, docless one.
Where yer documents, Davie? You said that you’d send them to me . . .
This is getting to the point where we need to start its own thread or just lump it in with the “regular” threads like Tuesdays with Claymore or something.
Just so there’s no chance of our boy “missing it.”
Starting week 11, Docless Dave. So you don’t forget, scan and send those docs before midnight tonight!
Still waiting, docless one – and starting week 12. Send those documents!
Week 13 begins, DUIDave. Still nothing. Nichts. Rien. Nada.
Send yer docs. If you have any.