It’s about who looks good in a television commercial. The redneck patriotic loving god bless America but don’t send my SUV riding McDonald’s eating kids to Iraq people voted for Bush because Bush looks like a nice guy to sit down and have a beer with, perhaps a Marlboro or two. Obama on the other hand is the cool guy that people who want to feel not like Bush people, want to hang out with. He is the guy in the Disaronno Commercial
(No black woman included
of course). Everyone around him feels pretty and sexy and kewl, totally, hip, diverse. There is no pressure to get anything of substance done in the Bush and Obama commercial life. It’s about being easy as Sunday morning, relaxing, saying is doing, while certain people become kings and the rest are peasants who deserve getting shot by the police because they have one or more baby daddies (baby daddies are innocent however and deserve to live). According to some, the women always deserve their fate. When leaving the Bush roadhouse, there are no more dollars to give to the homeless outside with his or her hand out or to notice what war does to the enviroment. When leaving the ice melting in the empty glass of Disaronno there is no desire to hear about Dunbar Village
or how most foreclosures
have little to do with personal irresponsibility and a lot to do with robber barons.
No, people in these potential commercials need to go home and crash so they can shower in the morning and start the posing all over again. Can’t the peons understand $75,000 to live in the middle of the action ain’t shit. It is living poor, where have you been. I need a person in office that will feel my pain, someone I can horseback ride with or play racquetball with while we look like we are posing for a magazine spread. Don’t you pay attention to reality television, get with the program people you know the deal! Don’t you know the pose, the look, the speech, — looking like someone saying something exonerates us from doing something while at the same time looking like someone saying something about something equals looking like doing something without doing something.
Different bar, different drink, different people, but same thing happening, nothing of substance develops. Let’s talk in circles, its an intoxicating trick, smoke and mirrors baby:
But the pundits seem less inclined to analyse the actual content of Obama’s speeches, which is not that surprising because there doesn’t seem to be much. Most of the man’s admittedly vivid sentences seem to include the word ‘change’, but one is left wondering what exactly he wants to change, and to what?
Whereas that shilling, angry, loud mouth, wants to be president too bad, ball-busting Hillary Clinton don’t fit in no commercial because she ain’t got time, no tango tiempo! You walk in her office talking about having a drink and she will hand you a stack of papers and a telephone. “Get it done, what can we do to make it better, give me a soulution, chop chop, let’s not make the same mistakes people, no room for repetition of errors, let’s move the ball, put away the pretentious ipods and iphones, tell your fave five to get a job, let’s go people, move it, move it, move it, places to go and people to see, women need mammograms and children need a good education.”
Who wants that bitch making people actually get anything done? And for the love of God, her voice, her voice
, her voice
!!!!! Where is Denise Austin
(read fifth customer review) when you need to drown out Senator Hillary Clinton’s voice? You will not find Austin or Clinton all up in a club, priming themselves up for a ride home on the bus
so some man can admire how fuckable they are.
And they say that Paris Hilton is dead in the hearts and minds of the general populace. But don’t blame me if she stays around because people like me keep reviving her, it’s not my fault, they had a gun to my head and made me talk about her! “Love you Paris! Call me.”
*This is not a political endorsement for anyone in particular, just saying. And don’t talk about no damn issues. It’s the insulting that’s kewl.