Tuesday, April 22, 2014
I wonder what the "Certificate of Authenticity" says
I heard this commercial on the radio this morning, and really hoped I could find a television version. Imagine my delight to discover EXACTLY the same commercial in video form on YouTube.
Ok, there's not a whole lot going on in my life right now. Sue me.
Anyway, I can imagine that these "Angel Coins" are big sellers in places like Kentucky, Tennessee, Oklahoma, Kansas- you know, the "Bible Belt." Where people are long on faith and very, very short on brains and common sense. I'm not talking about the entire populations of these states, mind you- there are plenty of naive, superstitious idiots in my old neighborhood, too- but silly people with notions of guardian angels and magic coins and amulets and charms and lucky numbers and such do seem to congregate in such places. These people always seem to be worried about money unless there are Stormin Norman Commemorative Plates or Seal Team Six Commemorative Coins or Remember 9/11 Medallions or Tributes To A Coin That Was Worth Something in 1883 Clad With A Tiny Bit of Actual Silver being sold on late-night tv shows. Then they seem to go a little nuts, because after all- these things might be worth something someday- right?
I don't know if the story this commercial starts with is true or not- nor do I really care. So a prisoner of the Committee on Security prayed to a piece of money (good as any deity, I guess) and then he was spared execution- so what? What if he had used that money to bribe the jailer to set him free-would that have made the "Angel Coin" even more magical?
And besides, the coin this guy inexplicably decided to pray to isn't being offered for sale here- just a copy. An alleged copy at that- how do the sellers even know what the original coin looked like? Why would a copy carry the "powers" of the original "Angel Coin," even if I could be convinced that the original had any power at all?
Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter, since I'm not the target audience here- I'm not an uneducated, middle-aged rube who thinks that the universe (and the everyday life of individuals) is being governed by invisible spirits who live in bits of metal. But cheer up, suckers- if I'm wrong, you'll get the last laugh during the next revolution, when I'm beheaded and you get away unharmed because you locked in your Dazzling One Ounce Historic Surprisingly Affordable Low Price Angel Coins minted in London, England (as opposed to London, Ontario I guess) and I was being a snarky non-believer.