Let's All Have A Good Cry

Imagine this:

You have untold millions of dollars. You have a massive base of fanboys and fangirls- also ranging in the millions. You have the ability and connections to hire a staff of niche experts (gaffer, cinematographer, offline / onlinie editor, producer, electrics, PA's for miles), and distribution up the god damn ying yang.

You work as a contracter with Political Campaign Ads

Never have I seen one that I like. Not from Clniton, Bush, Gore, Dole, Obama, McCain, not even Nader (who I'm partial towards). Every ad I see feels like a forced lie: pandering to just the right demographic at just the right time. They are all hyperbolically present and dramatic like plastic candy. They lie to your face, and when one realizes this, retorting is like screaming into a black hole. Everytime I bear witness to these pathetic excuses for politicin', I find myself so angry I find it hard to contain myself. I often will speak in a somewhat restrained yet completely irritated voice to the screen, "Sometimes I want to punch myself in the stupid goddamn face with my stupid fists," with my kid in the room.

For all the anger these provoke in me, there is one draw to them I can't resist: Shameless, Ridicuous Propaganda. It's traditional, and I love tradition. "Vote for me! I won't fuck you!" And then they fuck you anyways because that's what they're supposed to do. One day - and soon - they will penetrate us for too long and Mother Nature will destroy us without batting an eye.

The End









Now, let's all have a good cry.