A calendar/poster produced by the R.H. Boyd Publishing Corp. inadvertently directs parents of Metro students to call a phone sex hotline instead of the publishing company.
The school calendar, titled “Guiding Lights,” was produced for Black History Month and features prominent African-Americans of major national and/or historical importance.
The back of the poster includes company contact information, which, unfortunately, someone didn’t proofread very well. Instead of the coordinates for the publishing house, the printed number is two digits off and connects callers to a sex chat line.
The publisher has recalled the calendars and told WKRN-Channel 2 that his company would be reprinting them.
Rex is sympathetic — he’s committed his share of mistakes — but the publisher’s choice of “guiding lights” is also noteworthy.
On the periphery of the calendar are President Barack Obama, former U.S. Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall, former Secretary of State Colin Powell, and even former Tennessee Supreme Court Justice A.A. Birch. All worthy figures.
But as Rex was scratching his head about the inclusion of former Dallas Cowboys running back Emmitt Smith, he noticed an even more peculiar choice. The figure that all the other images surround is none other than current R.H. Boyd CEO T.B. Boyd III.
The work of R.H. Boyd, a former slave who started the publishing company at the end of the 19th century, is obviously inspiring and consequential. But his image is not the one on the poster.
Until T.B. III is elected president of something other than his ancestor’s company, is appointed to the High Court, or even rushes for more than 21,000 yards in the NFL, he might want to check his ego — and phone numbers — at the door.
Why is this not surprising?
Rex was more than amused to learn last week that the guy who was one of the leading proponents of state anti-immigration legislation was kicked out of UT’s Halloween football game for wearing a Mexican wrestling mask and arguing with a police officer.
For those who have better pursuits than following the politically incorrect shenanigans of marginal public officials, here’s what happened: State Rep. Stacey Campfield showed up at the game against South Carolina wearing a full head mask like the one in the Jack Black movie Nacho Libre. This was despite widespread pre-game publicity that, for security reasons, such garb wouldn’t be permitted inside Neyland Stadium.
As the Knoxville News-Sentinel reported, two little girls complained to their mother, asking why they weren’t allowed to wear their costumes. The mother alerted a cop, who asked the state lawmaker to remove the headgear. He eventually obeyed, but the officer later spotted Campfield in the wrong seating section — again, wearing the mask.
At that point, Campfield became belligerent and was escorted from the stadium.
Not to be outdone by the sheer stupidity of the incident, the Tennessee Democratic Party issued a press release telling Campfield to “grow up.” It’s one of the first official party missives from chairman Chip Forrester since losing a special election for the state House that they were supposed to have won walking away.
‘W’ the ‘F’
This is the time of year when campaigns really need to be seen and not heard — raising money and attracting as little attention as possible.
The 2010 gubernatorial campaign of GOP Congressman Zach Wamp seems to be doing pretty well on those fronts, but his handlers might want to be careful about how they brand their candidate.
An invitation to a Wamp fundraiser in Alcoa, Tenn., features a very curious and familiar logo — just like the black-and-white “W” bumper stickers so conspicuous on cars in Williamson County.
Congressman, it’s OK if you miss President George W. Bush, but maybe you should pick another Republican’s coattails to ride.
Have you thought about wearing plaid?