Thursday, May 24, 2018
There's stuff that happens during the summer, and having a car can help you get to that stuff.
Here's some of the stuff that happens during the summer- Mother's Day, which you may have thought happened on a Sunday in Spring, but Toyota Jan is here to clear that up for you- is an example of that stuff. So is Memorial Day which, again, your faulty memory might have tricked you into thinking happened during the Spring, but nope, it's totally a summer thing.
There's also family reunions, but only for black people. There's the beach and fishing and baseball games and the park if you're white.
There's all this stuff to do, and most of it isn't taking place in your front yard, so here's a vehicle with an internal combustion engine you can use to get you to the area where that stuff is happening. Go check out your local Toyota dealer to purchase your very own travel machine thing to get you to places where stuff is happening but might be too far away for you to walk. Do it now, while the prices on these wheeled people boxes is comparatively low, because Summer.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
This is what Drivetime Insurance thinks a Mathematician looks like in the year 2018- a skinny old guy with long, gray hair and a wild look in his eyes using a chalkboard the size of a football field to do calculations. Haha those people who do The Maths are so silly! Such crazy old guys (no women of course, that's silly- women don't do maths! That's why they can't manage a checkbook LOL!) No laptops or projection screens for these crazy old men! They'll be covered in chalk dust scratching out figures on green slate 200 years from now, just you wait and see, 'cause they're so weird with all their numbers and such!
Not sure what this has to do with insurance, but whatever. Hey, Drivetime? I personally know people who teach The Maths. They actually use computers and projection screens now. They also come in all colors and sexes, what a world we live in. How about getting your brain out of the 1950s already? Because this doesn't make me want to buy anything. Certainly not insurance. That's what your selling here, right?
Sunday, May 20, 2018
A few years ago I bashed Progressive Insurance (and Flo) for promoting some kind of "safe driver" device that one could stick on their dashboard which would then record certain things concerning driving habits, which could then be used to determine how "safe" the particular drivers were and then determine how much those drivers should pay for car insurance. My main gripe was that Progressive was pitching this Spy Box as a really cool way to get a discount by letting your insurance company into your car to watch how you drive.
Well, it seems that there's this new insurance company whose entire premise is based on watching its customers every move and only selling policies to people who convince it that those drivers will never need to actually collect on those policies. It's a pretty slick idea, considering that there's only two reasons why people buy car insurance:
1. To be covered in case of an accident, and
2. Because state laws require it.
So if you want Root Insurance, you download the App, which then spies on you for a few weeks to make sure you live up to Root's extremely high standards. If you "pass," you get to buy the insurance, which I assume is discounted because most people don't pass. I'm also going to assume that if you get into an accident and file a claim, your insurance premiums are going to skyrocket or you'll be cancelled- after all, this insurance is for GOOD drivers and the whole point of this ad is to tell us that other insurance policies are awful because they cover less-than-perfect drivers (who at the moment don't need to be spied on by their own companies, though it's only a matter of time, isn't it?)
So go ahead and download the Root Insurance App and know that every move you make in your car will be judged by a company which has told you in advance that it only insures drivers who drive according to an extremely high standard and is ready to dump you overboard the first time you hit those brakes just a little too hard for it's tastes. Don't even think about changing that radio channel or talking on the phone while driving, because you can bet that's a big no-no over at Root HQ. Or you could just buy a policy from a company that doesn't insist on being a passenger on every drive. Your choice, but this is just another reason why I don't miss owning a car.
Saturday, May 19, 2018
This episode- err, "class," is presented by Douglas Murray, the author of "The Strange Death of Europe," yet another hateful, stupid polemic which argues that Europe becoming more brown and less Christian = Europe Dying. In other words, he's a great fit for Prager U, the blog that thinks it's a school which dispenses ignorant propaganda it thinks is education.
Murray "explains" to us "students" that some decades back waves of immigrants came into Europe from the Middle East- "most weren't expected to stay" (he doesn't tell us whose expectations he's quoting.) I guess Murray believes that people of particular skin tones and beliefs also have particular areas of the world they've been assigned as Homelands, and that any dark person who travels to Europe really ought to be made aware that they are "just visiting" an alien world and are expected to return to their "proper home" in the very near future.
Despite the "expectations" of someone, "many stayed. And why wouldn't they?" Murray goes on to complain that the "visitors" didn't "go home" because Europe foolishly offered two things- a better economy than the one they could find in their native land, and (of course) a stronger social welfare system. In other words, the migrants stayed because they found more opportunity in Europe, Oh The Horror. Never mind that Murray just described why millions of Europeans fled to North America for centuries, that's Different Because Reasons.
The bottom line of this rancid, steaming, putrid pile of xenophobic cow pie is that Murray is attempting to hide his obvious racism behind a defense of "tradition" (Europe has "always" been Judeo-Christian-- actually for centuries just Christian with the Judeo junior partner being viciously discriminated against, but never mind that inconvenient truth) and equating Europe becoming more diverse to "committing suicide." What a disgusting Neo-Nazi (I don't use the term "Alt-Right," because "Neo-Nazi" fits just fine, thank you.) And what a great fit for Prager U, the blog where brain cells go to die. I guess since people watch this junk voluntarily, it is itself a form of suicide, isn't it?
Friday, May 18, 2018
I'm the least-qualified person on the planet to argue what black women want in a television channel, so I'm not going to criticize an ad which suggests that what black women want is a channel which celebrates black women who are mothers, jet-setters, go-getters, "bad-asses," or just stare at the screen like they are trying to make my head explode with their minds. White women have had Lifetime for years- if there's a channel designed to appeal specifically to black women, that's just fine with me and the last thing any black woman needs is a white guy telling them that what they want is really stupid and shallow and brain cell-killing unconstructive, pointless drivel. So I won't go there.
But here's where I will comment: I was on the elliptical at the gym the other day scrolling through the channels looking for something to watch until I reached my mileage goal and naturally came across a showing of The Shawshank Redemption. I say "naturally" because it's a little known fact of television science that The Shawshank Redemption is playing on at least one channel in the television universe every minute of every day, it's just a matter of finding the right one at any given moment. Thing is, I found it on Centric.
Now, again, I am not qualified to know what black women want in a television channel. But The Shawshank Redemption does not feature a single black actress. It includes exactly one scene featuring a white woman who has no lines. It includes exactly one black male actor who spends the film surrounded by white male actors. It's one of the most male, most white films made in the past forty years. But there it was, on Centric, the channel for black women.
Here's what I suspect- Judging from the previously-stated fact that The Shawshank Redemption is on tv all the time, it's a film that is practically in the public domain, available for nothing or next to nothing to any cable channel that wants to chop it up, inundate it with seemingly endless commercials (mostly for the channel) so it's run time extends to three and a half hours, and throw it on the air to save the money original material costs. Doesn't matter what the target audience is or the niche the channel is allegedly trying to fill- The Shawshank Redemption is just fine for Comedy Central, UPN, USA Network*, the SciFi Channel, the History Channel, whatever- it's a cheap gap-filler. But even as a white male, I can see it's especially jarring when it's used for Centric. Cripes, what's next- you going to run episodes of The Big Bang Theory or Friends on the Network for Black Women?
*Well, ok, not USA Network. They'll never run out of episodes of Law & Order.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Note that at NO point in this ugly, bigoted rant is the "why is it a problem" part of the title ever addressed. Sophia comes to the United States for a better life, and inspires members of her family and their friends- a whopping total of 36 people over god knows how many years when you think about how long it takes to fill out the applications these days- and the negative result is....well, what, exactly? That a nation of 300 million has added 36? What is the crisis here "Fair?"
And check out the YouTube cretins, using the same arguments put forward against Catholics in the 1850s, the Chinese in the 1880s, Jews in the 1920s....the "arguments" which boil down to "I'm here, that's enough, my family should be the last allowed in, shut the door because these people aren't assimilating they are just retarding our wage scales and eating up our resources blah blah blah I wish I could say what I really mean but I don't want to get called the racist jackass I am....."
Oh, but I'm sure I'll get a response along the lines of "when my ancestors came they followed the rules." First, that's exactly what these people are doing. They are coming here legally, filling out forms, following the rules. Second, what "rules" did your ancestors follow? Until 1924 there were virtually NO rules for entering the United States and becoming a permanent citizen- your chances of making it through the screening process was about 97%, and the whole deal- from luggage inspection to medical check to intelligence test- took about 3 hours on average. Your ancestors didn't jump through hoops to prove their worthiness to be American citizens, unless you think that standing in a crowded line for an afternoon constitutes a trial by fire.
Tell you what, you wannabee modern Know-Nothings: Let's be totally FAIR and put the system your ancestors used to gain entry into the world's largest refugee camp back into place. Oh let me guess- it's "different" now because America is really crowded and the world is really dangerous, right? Well, fact is that we have a skilled worker shortage in this country, which is why your kids' doctor is very likely to be an Indian and why tech companies are begging the government to allow more educated workers in on at least temporary visas. The world is really dangerous? More dangerous than when Europe was embroiled in one war after another, which was probably when your own family arrived?
Kiss off, FAIR. Stop producing the most nakedly anti-American hate propaganda not actually featuring Alex Jones already. This is just crap, and you should be ashamed. You should also read some history about the country you claim to support. Because you clearly don't know anything about it.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
First, to the person who decided to repost this commercial and include an intro: "Important Notice: If an agency or product owner does not want any publishment, it is withdrawn back?" What the HELL does that mean? Seriously, English Much?
Second, does Walgreens even get that the only thing less funny than some random stranger on the street wearing a red nose is EVERYONE ON THE PLANET WEARING A RED NOSE? Red noses aren't funny. At best, they are banal because they are just red noses- if you think they are funny, you think everything is funny (see the next paragraph.) At worst, they remind us of clowns, which are terrifying until we reach the age of four, mildly amusing until we reach the age of six, boring until we reach the age of 10, and then go back to being terrifying until we die (those three babies we see early in the ad would not actually giggle at the sight of a total stranger making faces at them while wearing a rubber nose. They'd scream. Guaranteed.)
Third, what is this red nose thing all about other than showing white people doing something really stupid and demonstrating that no white people have any sense of humor at all, and then showing that black people are perfectly willing to act like white people in the service of being really stupid and showing that they also have zero sense of humor? I mean, come on- the black married couple just stick red noses on and get their photos taken so they can either cringe at those photos for the rest of their lives or skip them altogether when they look at the album. You know, it's kind of rare when people do something they KNOW they'll regret forever at the moment they are actually doing it- but if this couple doesn't realize that sticking red rubber noses on before sealing the deal at the wedding isn't something they really, really wish they hadn't done at the moment they do it, they should not breed. Like, ever.
Fourth, this was not the Walgreens Red Nose ad I was going to use for this post, but I couldn't find the one currently making the rounds which features a perpetually delighted pregnant woman, her perpetually delighted little girl, and their adventures prancing around with stupid red balls attached to their punchable, incredibly self-satisfied and smug faces. But this one will do, because it's every bit as pointless and stupid and cringey.
Saturday, May 12, 2018
This one with Charles Barkley is different from the others only in that Barkley isn't completely silent throughout, but instead treats us to a few "mmmm mmmm mmmms" at the very beginning.* Otherwise it's the same already-tired schtick we saw with Gabrielle Union and John Goodman- he just holds the cheeeburger next to his face while rocking back and forth and ocassionally pretending to take a bite by moving it slightly closer to his mouth.
I don't know why McDonald's made these ads. They aren't funny, they don't make me hungry for a cheeseburger, and they sure don't make me think "wow, McDonald's is being very clever here." I'm sure that at some point someone will comment "hey, you paid attention to it, and that's what advertising is all about," which is the inane drum solo of "gotchas." I notice and pay attention to car wrecks, too, and the other day watched a flock of tiny birds attempt to save one of their own from a crow's beak. Didn't make me want to buy anything- which IS the point of commercials.
I DO know why McDonald's locked out comments on all three of these stupid ads, however. They know this is stupid trash, and they don't want to hear it, and they don't want to pay people to pretend they are funny or clever, and they know that by artificially inflating the "likes" when all the honest responses say the ad is crap is an old con everyone sees through nowadays.
*I wonder if Barkley's inability to be completely "speechless" during a 30-second ad is supposed to be a "clever" take on his reputation for having a big, constantly-running mouth that can't even stop expressing itself long enough to do a commercial in which he's supposed to be 'Speechless?' Still not clever, McDonald's. I hope you are done with these things. They won't be missed.
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
In this episode of McDonald's bizarre new tv series Let's Watch Washed-Up Actors and Sports Figures Eat Cheeseburgers, the featured player is John Goodman because well, why not? (Or, "well, what could better convince people to buy and consume McDonald's cheeseburgers than watching an elderly, obese actor eating one while making stupid 'I can't act at all' faces?")
I don't know why McDonald's thought this was a smart way to sell food, but I'm no marketing genius. I know what I like, and this doesn't resemble that. I know what makes me hungry, and this SURE doesn't do that. Maybe Charles Barkley can do it? Stay tuned.
Sunday, May 6, 2018
The most horrible thing about these horrible, horrible ads is that they all feature actual actors, yet when tasked to do nothing more than signify pleasure in eating a cheeseburger all they can do is grimace and squirm and act as if eating that burger is an act of pure torture. Leaving us, the viewer, tortured in turn.
I mean, look at this. What is happening to Gabrielle Union in this ad? Is she struggling to keep the burger down? Is she tearing up? Is she in severe need of a bathroom break and mentally begging the director to yell "cut" so she can make a b-line for the little girl's room? Is she sitting on a sharp rock? Nothing about her facial expression is delivering the message "gee, she sure looks like she's loving that cheeseburger."
Anyone shocked that comments are blocked for these ads? Not me. I can only imagine that McDonald's produced them, showed them to a few focus groups, and responded to the feedback with "oh what the hell, we made these things and paid for them, let's just slap them on tv, don't know why we even make commercials for a place everyone already goes to anyway, but we've got this budget and we have to show something for it, so...."
Meanwhile, someone get Ms Union some freaking acting lessons. The stand-in at any High School spring production could do a better job showing joy for thirty seconds than this "actress." Just terrible.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
The guy in this ad is a rich, successful architect with a big house and a beautiful child. He has his health, as evidenced by the fact that we see him jogging through the woods. Looks to me like he's got it all.
Oh, but he also has "moderate to severe" crow's feet and frown lines to go along with the gray in his beard,* and there's this young guy at the office he feels threatened by, so he's going to go through botox treatments which carry the risk of these symptoms: Difficulty breathing, swallowing, eye problems, muscle weakness, all of which could be signs of a life-threatening condition. Side effects may include "rash, welts, asthma symptoms and dizziness."
Oh, there's more you may have missed because it was partially drowned out by the punchy music: treatments may cause some kind of pain I could not catch no matter how many times I listened, plus "eyelid drooping" and "eyelid swelling."
"The details make the difference, the man makes them matter" is the glorious punchline. I have another one: what kind of cretin would be willing to make his little girl an orphan in exchange for a few more years of looking like a slightly younger Eurotrash version of his true self? Hey, buddy- that little kid who loves and depends on you? She doesn't notice your crow's feet. She might notice all those horrible side effects you are risking because you can't deal with getting older. Something to think about: This isn't all about you. Not anymore. Not since you had that kid. Dicktard.
*A simple hair coloring to take the gray out of the beard seems to be the last thing this guy considers- first, botox injections that might destroy his health, THEN Just for Men haircolor. Yeah, this makes total sense.
Friday, May 4, 2018
Look, I know that there are people out there who like dogs, even "love" them, for reasons I will never, ever understand and probably don't even want to. And I appreciate that if those people care deeply for the little mammals they share a home with and take walks with and pick up the filth of and allow to monopolize the sidewalk and are constantly telling pedestrians like me things like "he's just being friendly" and "don't worry he doesn't bite" etc. etc. want to make sure that little mammal that does wonderful things like eat and walk and lie around and drop feces everywhere is as healthy as possible for as long as possible.
And I'm not going to go into a long lecture about how this barkbox or bitebox or whatever the hell this is is just another nail in the coffin for brick-and-mortar stores, because that's a lost cause and lazy point-and-clickers clearly don't give a damn that with every click they are helping to undermine the economy. That kid who hoped to work at a pet supply store this summer? Sorry, kid. Go to Plan B (and I hope Plan B wasn't working at Staples.)
But seriously, if I ever found myself talking about ANYTHING in the giddy, lobotomized squeal that this narrator uses in explaining how this "service" provides endless boxes of fricking chew toys to pollute your house and neighborhood with, I'm willing to be put away and for my family to visit me every other weekend. Because for cripes sakes people, they're dogs!
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
So the scruffy Gen-Xer in this ad obsesses over his boyhood home while his wife regularly asks if it happens to be on sale- either this family is never going to buy a house unless this particular one goes on sale, or they are so damned rich they can just jump on this house the moment it goes on the market and move there. Literally ten seconds after the damn thing finally does get listed- for $450,000, convincing me this palatial estate must be in the middle of nowhere, tough luck kid- the couple is totally into buying it.
Turns out the guy buried a time capsule on the property- a time capsule consisting of some knick knacks and including what's probably a very valuable set of baseball cards and a photo of himself and his father. This stuff was put into a dented box and not wrapped in plastic but it's not ruined by water or anything Because Television. Personally I think that the ad would have ended much better if when he opened the box it contained nothing but a lump of moldy paper that used to be rare baseball cards and an irreplaceable photo, but that's because I'm a jerk.
"Told you I grew up here" says the Dad, which is kind of weird unless this was a bone of contention with Son. It sure wasn't a problem for Mom, who was perfectly willing- even eager- to move to an old house in the middle of Iowa because Dad Wants This House. Maybe Son just wanted to stay in his old neighborhood, which was actually a neighborhood with neighbors that weren't corn stalks, and refused to believe that he was really being forced to uproot and move to Nowhere, Nebraska Population 0 Until You Show Up because Dad wanted to relive his childhood?
This is all super-heartwarming according to the YouTube gluesniffers, who are tearing up when they aren't asking what the twee music in the background is. I suspect that they are like 99 percent of thumbs-up YouTube commenters, which is to say, paid whores for the company being advertised. I sure hope so, anyway. Because if you really get a lump in your throat from this banal, manipulative nonsense you are beyond sad.
Sunday, April 29, 2018
This ad for Harvoni, which I guess is supposed to be a treatment for Hepatitis, is a good example of how all drug commercials function. So I'm going to pick on it, even though I could have used any of a hundred commercials for any of a hundred medications to make the same point.
Like all big pharma ads, this one includes smiling people moving in slow motion, doing something that has absolutely nothing to do with their condition but which is supposed to illustrate the simple joy of living or provide a metaphor for hope or life or promise or some such poetic treacle. We see a crowd of zombies who look like they just walked out of the Kingdom Hall walking across a field before watching lanterns float into the night sky.
There's zero context- why are they doing this? Do people do this? I thought this was a Japanese thing- do these people look Japanese? Is the drug turning them Japanese I really don't think so?
Meanwhile, the dramatic music swells just in time to at least partially drown out the list of potentially fatal side effects casually being read out by the narrator. And this is why you never hear ads for powerful, dangerous drugs on the radio- it's because the radio is an auditory medium. There's no way to distract you from hearing about all those awful side effects. Notice also that the side effects are never listed on the screen- the only words we ever see are the name of the drug and pointless, distracting lines like "I Let Go" and "I Am Cured" which are being spoken anyway. Oh, and a brief claim as to the drug's success record. Seems like the side effects are kind of more important than all that- but the makers of these ads don't want you to note the side effects. Look at the glowing lanterns and smiling people! Can't do this on the radio.
These ads are all masterpieces of glitz and showy distraction which never have anything do with the actual drug and everything to do with trying to convince your brain that using the drug will lead to a higher level of satisfaction with your life. In other words, commercials for powerful, chemical-altering drugs have exactly the same message as ads for cars, phones, fast food and detergent. Scary, no?
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Let's imagine that this ad features a thirtysomething guy sitting by his pool telling us that he's "totally on" with his much younger, and clearly disinterested, "pool girl" before barking at her to acknowledge his presence. Yeah, that would so not cause problems today.
What is it with this meme featuring women lusting after the pool boy? That bit is so old it's got moss on it, besides being totally retrograde these days. Not to mention that it doesn't advance the cause of selling this service one inch. So what the hell did I just watch?
(Oh and BTW I guess I'm supposed to know who this woman is, and I'm very, very proud that I don't.)
The pretentiously titled "Prager U" channel- which is, again, not a University but rather a forum for right-wing radio hack Dennis Prager's narrow-minded viewpoints and those of his friends- is at it again, this time trying to explain to us that even if we aren't sure if there is a god we should just believe anyway because beliefs have benefits that non-belief does not.
Today's guest choad starts by asserting that "if god exists, then the universe didn't just evolve by chance, but by deliberate design." There are at LEAST two fallacies in that one sentence. First, even if there IS a god, you need to prove that it "deliberately designed" the universe. Proof that a god exists wouldn't prove anything about it's works or it's intentions. Second- and related- is that buzzword "evolve." I'm guessing this idiot is about to be Clueless Idiot #234897 on the internet to confuse Evolution with Abiogenesis. Let's see.
"There's an artist behind this incredible work of art, this big and beautiful world." Oh, I'm not sure I can do this after all, not if you're going to jump right from a binary argument to the Argument from Analogy. This planet is a "work of art," and all art must have an artist, therefore god? This world is "big and beautiful?" Big compared to what? Beautiful compared to what? This guy is going to use the phrase "fine-tuned" to describe a universe in which life as we know it can exist almost nowhere, isn't he?
Never mind, this guy goes completely off the rails in the very next paragraph and it's clear that his actual argument is the Argument from Emotion. We're "living in a story" and the story must "have a happy ending, eventually...maybe not in our lifetime, but it must, for as surely as god exists.." which you haven't proven, "Professor," but to be fair you made it very clear early on that you had not intention of even attempting to prove it, just to convince us that belief was beneficial without proof.
He then goes into the Argument of Evil problem- evil exists because god allows it to exist, because of Free Will, which is a gift to all of us except Adam and Eve of course who were punished along with all of their decendents, forever, for exercising it never mind that they did not have knowledge of good and evil before making that "choice." "God will reconcile all injustices in the end"- that would be the god you haven't proven exists, let alone gives a damn what's going on, and as we're only a minute in to this four minute video I'm sure you're going to be explaining very soon why god doesn't stop child rapists, cancer, hurricanes, etc BEFORE they happen rather than allowing all of this suffering and then "setting things right" in some distant future?
I'm a minute in. One. Minute. In. And this guy has already buried his audience with baseless assertions and empty promises. My original plan was to tackle this one in four or five parts, but I just can't see myself going back to it just to get to the inevitable "if god doesn't exist there is no ultimate justice and that would be unfair therefore you should believe god exists so you don't get the sads about injustice" claptrap. So I'm just going to leave it here. You got ten minutes of my time, Prager U. Can you sign my drop sheet please?
Friday, April 27, 2018
I'm not sure why the viewers are treated to the sight of this moron talking with food in his mouth for the majority of the commercial, but I guess that's just the way Grammarly rolls these days. I'm also not sure why this disgusting slob has any friends, let alone one close enough to went him to give a wedding toast (you'd think that honor would go to someone capable of giving a thirty-second speech without spending hours with a laptop and a Fix Your Elementary School Level Errors App.) And I certainly have no idea how the American Educational System failed so miserably that there is now an actual customer base for a program designed to save it's users from being exposed as the illiterate morons they are, or why the groom at this wedding would expect anything more from the hairy douchenozzle standing next to him during the ceremony.
Very likely, the cretin's speech will be greeted with comments like "who wrote that for you, it sure didn't sound like you I mean it included words of more than one syllable?" Maybe he could make it sound more authentic by jamming some food into his mouth after every sentence.
BTW, the comment section for this ad is blocked. Gee, I wonder why?
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
When I saw this guy standing next to his $100,000 car parked next to his $2 million dollar house, I thought that when he said he was ready for an upgrade it meant it was time to ditch the spouse and move on to the trophy wife.
Then it got weird- he walked past his Olympic-sized backyard swimming pool and his Clearly Not Trophy Wife before congratulating himself on his purchase of a Napoleon Grill. Not Trophy Wife gives the guy who provided the massive house and swimming pool a condescending eyeroll before bonding with equally ungrateful daughter. They seem to be congratulating eachother for being clever, or something, when all they've actually done is provide some level of justification when Daddy completes the whole upgrade thing and replaces his wife with someone roughly his daughter's age- you know, someone who will look much better in a bathing suit next to that awesome pool.
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Oh my god these ads are sooooo very cheesy, I have to believe that the same company makes every late night commercial out there. It just doesn't matter if they are for Eagle Eyes Sunglasses, Magic Tomato or Upside Down Banana trees or plastic moving parrots complete with cage for some reason- it's got to be the same company with a trademark on this level of in-your-face oversell.
This one is for something called the "Arctic Air Conditioner," which claims to both cool and "purify" the air which is suffocating the people populating the advertisement. Look, you could turn on the AC but that will put you in the poorhouse. You could turn on that massive fan but that's just going to blow hot air at you, don't do that. You could just lie around the house with a wet towel on your head. Or maybe you could stop dressing like it's fifty degrees in your home, that's not suggested but the thought did pop into my brain while watching this.
Or, you could buy a "portable" (capable of being unplugged and moved into another room means "portable" for the purposes of this advertisement) air conditioner which is basically just a fan in a box which blows the air through the water you fill it with. Oh wait that's not quite true, it's also a nightlight with five "mood color lights" which I have to admit is kind of cool, but still doesn't justify the $40 price tag, and I don't care if I CAN get another one Just Pay Extra. It's a fan in a box and that's all it is. $10 tops at the Dollar Store. $40? Sorry, no- and still no even when you try to con me into thinking it's cheaper by cutting the cost into "two easy payments" and giving me another one for a "little extra."
And what's with the special effects that make it look like the fan in a box is "radiating" temperature-reducing cooling rays? They look exactly like the effects used to demonstrate the efficiency of Magic Ears hearing aids and plug-in vermin repellents. It's a FREAKING FAN in a FREAKING BOX which blows the air through water. Why do they make it look like it's sending a distress call to Aquaman?
I do love these ads, though. Whichever company is making them- please, keep it up. I can't get enough of these Frustrated By Life's Little Annoyances people and their delight at the relief they get from your weird junk. They sure make maintaining this blog easier.
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Hey everybody, I'm a bit too busy to do a post today so I asked Frito Pendejo from the film Idiocracy to do a guest appearance on the blog and write today's commentary. Take it away, Frito!
"This Dunkin Donuts Commercial, like ALL Dunkin Donuts Commercial, is wicked funny even hilarious but for totally different reasons than the others are, that just shows how smart the Dunkin Donuts Commercials people are!
This one is fun for LOL so many reasons! First, because there's this really really old guy sitting on a bench who is so OLD LOL that it takes a half an hour for him to get his food to his face ROTFLMAO I bet he hasn't had anything hot to eat in maybe like thirty years! Plus check out that look in his face OMIGOD CLASSIC it's so obvious that he's got dementia or some other really really FUNNY old person disease, he probably doesn't even know what planet he's on MY RIBS ARE TOTALLY SPLITTING NOW. And don't even get me started on how long he's been sitting there I mean once these guys sit down you can bet they never get up without some kind of weird chair assist thing OLD PEOPLE AND THEIR MOBILITY ISSUES OMIGOD THERE OUGHT TO BE A SHOW ABOUT THEM I WOULD SO WATCH! I bet he lost control of his bowels hours ago LOL!!
And as if that's not enough hilarity for one VERY VERY FUNNY Dunkin Donuts Commercial, a disease-ridden rat with wings swoops down and steals the guy's food I ALMOST DIED. I guess it might be a little sad if that meant the old guy is not going to have anything to eat now, but don't worry the young woman sitting next to him replaced the sandwich with another one 'cause you see the point is that it's buy one get one free or two for $2 or something I don't know didn't really pay attention 'cause too busy focusing on the REALLY FUNNY OLD MAN AND HIS PROBLEMS!!
Thanks Dunkin Donuts for another SUPER-FUNNY Ad I just HAD to share with everybody! Made my weekend (how f--ig sad is THAT?) Now I'm gonna go get myself some Dunkin Coffee 'cause this ad so put me in the mood for it and a sandwich too, well done!"
Friday, April 20, 2018
During the 9th hour of this friendless, disgusting loser's marathon binge-watching of Game of Thrones, her stomach suddenly reminded her that she had not budged from the couch except to use the toilet (because couch-toilets won't be widely available until sometime next year) and that she really should consume some calories before the rest of her body goes the way of her brain somewhere around Hour 4.
The kitchen is in the next room, but that's All The Way Over There and besides she hasn't been outside to see if Peapod made her grocery delivery and the porch is Even Farther Away, so she reaches for the laptop and starts looking for a good deal on a pizza. Turns out that she's not just lacking in a life or friends or any interest in getting her pathetic ass off that couch- she's also kind of short on money, because instead of just going to LocalPizza.com she has to hunt around for a coupon first.
Meanwhile, she's getting REALLY hungry. I mean, just listen to her stomach. I mean that. Listen to it. I had to, so you do too.
In the end, this twat somehow managed to get to the front door when the pizza showed up- I'm sure she was totally put out that the delivery guy didn't just bring it into the living room and shove the first piece into her mouth, but maybe she made an arrangement with him so he will next time. And the commercial ends with us getting to see her pig face smeared with tomato sauce as the population of Idiocracy has a big belly laugh over all of this because OMIGOD That Is So Me Sometimes.
After she's consumed a few slices, it's back to bleaching her brain for another hour or so, or until the carb and sugar infusion puts her into a semi-comatose state, right there on the couch. Tomorrow she wakes up in dirty, stained clothes, stuck to the cushions by her own perspiration, next to a box of cold, stale, half-eaten pizza swimming in it's own bacteria. Yep, she's living the dream, all right. Thanks, Honey!
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Hey look everybody, it's the squishy blob of protoplasm currently employed as a spokesomething by Verizon Fios! Seriously, though, I don't like being mean- but what the hell is WITH this kid?
It's bad enough that he sounds like he's sucking on marbles and he looks like leftover genetic material from a Science Fair experiment gone horribly wrong, but what makes it truly horrible is his endless pimping for a crappy internet service devoted to keeping us glued to our electronic devices 24/7.
So I have only two questions for this thing-
1. Have you ever made a friend other than online, or do your fellow gamers labor under the false impression that they are playing against a fellow human being?
2. Do you get your raw fish treat as soon as the shoot is over, or do you have to flap your flippers and bark some squeaky code first?
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Seriously, this creepy kid is devoting his entire life to judging other people's online entertainment equipment? WTF is that all about? How much is Verizon Fios paying him to be the most annoying, nosy little brat in the neighborhood?
He's so freaking obnoxious in his whoring for Fios that I'm not even going to get triggered over the little girl's "it better" response to the question about a woman's new setup's ability to provide endless electronic entertainment to all the kids on the block. Personally, I'd rather NOT own the house that is a kid magnet because it's the Place to Be when you want to turn your brains into puddles of warm pudding watching television or "surfing"* the internet. "It better?" Hey kid, you're threatening to pull a little hissy fit if your connection isn't up to your standards? I suggest you re-evaluate your position in this family. See, you're a child. You don't pay the bills and you don't make the decisions. Want to waste your life watching tv? You can start doing that the moment you move out.
We desperately need an SNL parody of these ads which include the neighbors just telling this nasty little jerk to just f--k off and report back to the science lab he escaped from. Yes, I went there. No, I'm not going apologize. This kid is WEIRD.
*Actual surfing is exercise. Looking for stuff to watch on tv is not. So, it's not surfing.
Saturday, April 14, 2018
So this thirtysomething guy walks into an Edward Jones Brokerage office to meet with the woman who has been handling his parents' money for years. The parents have been talking to her for years about their son, no doubt mentioning on more than one ocassion that he has a decent job and a wife and family but has shown very little interest in planning for the future.
Finally, the son has been guilted into visiting with Mommy and Daddy's investment fund manager. The very first thing she does is let him know that she's got at least some of the backstory. The very first thing HE does is let her know that he's basically still just a little boy whose parents have been nagging him to do at least a LITTLE thinking about tomorrow and how maybe buying a house and establishing a college fund for his son just MIGHT be something he should be looking into.
Edward Jones lady lets the son know that she's really not all that interested in what Mommy and Daddy think (I really doubt that's what she told them when she was urging them to get their son to give her a call.) Never mind that house and college stuff, what does Son want for the future?
For the sake of this guy's wife and son, I kind of hope that he ultimately puts aside his pride and admits that yeah, actually, his parents are spot on with their ideas of what he should be doing now that he has a wife and a kid. Especially that whole college fund thing. But what if he doesn't, and the next thing out of his mouth is "that's so cool, because what I REALLY want is to take a couple of years off to find myself in Tibet and then get a kick-ass dirt bike for the weekends. I figure my kid will get a scholarship?" How does Edward Jones I'm Really Interested In What You Want Never Mind Your Parents lady say to that?
I don't think it would have been SO bad for this woman to reply to his opening statement with "yes, a college fund is really important, even if you had to be told that by your parents." Because it kind of is regardless of who said it first, right?
Friday, April 13, 2018
If the last frame of this noxious dumpster fire of an ad doesn't leave you wanting to punch someone, you are much more tolerant, calm person than I am. Because I didn't just want to punch the guy spreading his arms out in a "I own the universe 'cause check out my LookAtMeMobile" gesture- I wanted to punch him, knock him down, and roll him off the nearest cliff. And then send his car down after him.
You have the right to be proud of an accomplishment like climbing a mountain with a heavy bag on your back. You do not have the right to feel the same way for purchasing a trinket with four wheels and a sound system that makes people even more shallow than you turn and stare as you roar past, dicktard.
All of this "Feel Alive By Driving This Car" bilge is even worse if you watch it without sound, as I originally did. Because without sound you focus on the smug, cocky-for-no-reason jackanapes who populate the ad. These people are all doing things that really ought to make them "feel alive"- hiking, cardioboxing,etc- and yet they don't quite achieve actual "Alive-ness" until they blow 80 grand on an impractical automobile which says nothing to the world except "I've got money to burn, and charity begins at home, with me."
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
See, it's FUNNY because the disgusting coworker reached out and took food right out of the hand of the food's owner and ate it and proclaimed it good! The disgusting coworker clearly dominates the office- he's probably the mentally ill son of the boss. I sure hope so- because that would make it EVEN MORE FUNNY!
And the fat doofus who got his food stolen- see, it's FUNNY because it was a two-to-one deal and he has another sandwich getting cold in a desk drawer, so he has no problem losing half of his artery-hardening breakfast to the obnoxious bully who clearly runs and terrorizes the office (again, because he's almost certainly the mentally ill son of the boss.)
It's FUNNY no matter HOW you look at it! Thanks Dunkin Donuts!
Sunday, April 8, 2018
I guess it's supposed to be funny that this insane woman is throwing her boyfriend's belongings out the window, being a total jackass in front of an entire neighborhood which is really really wishing that it was HER who was being evicted because they are sick to death of worrying about what the Emotionally Unstable Nutcase they have to warn their kids to avoid is going to do next.
The guy in this ad is the really lucky one here- he's getting out of a toxic relationship before he managed to foolishly codify it with a marriage license and all the legal problems that could cause down the road. I don't see any kids around, and I'm going to assume from the "lighthearted" tone of this crud that she didn't toss them out any windows offscreen. So when he's done being embarressed in front of all the gawking, horrified and thoroughly disgusted neighbors, he can just walk away and get on with his life. He should start by ending his subscription to the LookingForAbusiveUnstableLunatics dating site.
Meanwhile, just try to imagine the outrage if you reverse the sexes here. Let me know how long it takes for your brain to explode.
The commercial ends with Insane Woman settling down to watch some tv to kill time before the police arrive. Warms the heart.
Saturday, April 7, 2018
I could have spent an entire post complaining about the monstrosity of an LA house this SUV is parked in front of. Seriously, what the hell- is that George Lucas' house, or what? Who lives here? Why did we come here to make this ad? What the serious hell is going on here?
But it gets much, much worse- after today's group of "Real People, Not Actors" bleat their orgasmic appreciation of the crap Chevrolet sitting in front of them, we get a stunningly pointless punchline- family I guess they have not seen in agest is sitting inside, presumably waiting for them to get done slobbering their lines so they could be released from their freaking tombs and step outside into the lovely driveway above Los Angeles.
What happens next isn't exactly clear- everybody's just walking away from the house and the SUV. Where are the going? Are they being escorted to the bottom of the hill so they can consult the bus schedules after a quick "thank you" handshake from the Chevy spokeschoad? They seem to be making a pretty quick exit- did Lucas not give them permission to use his house and driveway as the backdrop for this ad? I'd think grandma might need a drink of water or to use the toilet after all that time in the Chevy waiting for the door to open....
Oh, what's the "outtake" I mentioned in the title? Well, turns out that the family that emerges from the SUV at the end is completely CGI'd. The original family died of heat exhaustion sitting in that damn thing waiting for the door to open, afraid that if they just gave up and opened it themselves they'd ruin their chances to be on the TV. Poor grandma,being brought to the airport and put on a plane and flown to Los Angeles to see relatives only to die in the back seat of a crummy Chevy SUV while her granddaughter drooled all over her tomb.
Friday, April 6, 2018
My original take on this commercial along the lines of another "ugh we are becoming more and more helpless and dependent on this stupid technology by the second." It worked better with the long (tv) version, which includes a woman almost killing herself in her own home because she "can't" find the light switch Thank Heavens For Google Now You Can Just Tell Google To Turn on the Lights you Used to Have to Turn On All By Yourself Like Your Ancient Ancestors Did and two jackasses in a car bleating "I'm not gonna do it" which I guess means it was never going to get done before the opportunity to ask Magic Listening Voice to do it.
Because this is a (mercifully) short version of that noxious waste dump of an ad, I'll go in another direction: Google, Alexa etc. are, in fact, the Fifth Column of Capitalism, welcomed into our homes disguised in the irresistable trappings of Convenience. Every time we bleat a request or command into one of these things we pretend are serving us, we are adding to our electronic ID being compiled by Corporate America. What we like to watch, what we eat, when we are home, when we are in our cars, the names and phone numbers of our friends, the web sites we visit, the medications we take- every. Single. Scrap. of information we share with our "Google Assistant" is being shared with the world.
Maybe most of us don't give a damn anymore- we're constantly taking selfies and lovingly editing them with our $1000 cameras before posting them everywhere, we're telling pollsters that we "don't care" if the government reads our emails or listens to our phone calls because "If I'm not doing anything wrong I've got nothing worry about." So if someone wants to learn all about me through my barked commands at the Alexa or Google device I've got sitting in my house, well, at least I don't have to dial or go online to get a pizza, and I'll never trip in the dark again so there's that, too.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
I'm dealing with the radio verson of this commercial on XM Classic Radio every few minutes, so now you have to too. You're welcome.
The radio version really targets the middle-aged, asking again and again if they're "frustrated" that they have to "pee so often."* The announcer uses the word "pee" so much I'm surprised he doesn't break into snickering and giggling at some point in the ad. Is the word "urinate" hard to pronounce? Do the makers of Beta Prostate think that middle aged people won't know what it means? Or do they think midde-aged people will giggle appreciatively at the word "pee" too?
Anyway, on to this product, which I guess is endorsed by Larry King (as if that means anything- what over-the-counter miracle "medication" ISN'T endorsed by Larry King?) It's all about the symptoms, people, and this stuff "may" be effective in dealing with those symptoms. You can get it by calling a toll-free number or going online, both of which are a lot easier than making an appointment with an actual doctor who might give you an examination and maybe, you know, find the CAUSE and treat THAT.
Which might be significant. Because problems with the prostate are no joke. I seem to remember that there's a form of cancer involving the prostate- what was that called again?
But never mind that. What you don't know won't hurt you. Be like the idiots who pop two Aleve a day, every day, to deal with regular, nagging pain. Or the "this is nothing if I treat it like nothing" living-in-denial dopes who wrap copper around their aching knees. If you don't go to the doctor, you can't be diagnosed with something serious. So stay away from the doctor and stick with home "remedies" like this crap. Keep handing Larry King your money. Those trophy wives don't come cheap, and the divorces are even pricier.
*In case you wanted to give credit to XM Radio for picking its commercial spots wisely, I am also constantly assaulted with ads for Channel 43, which sounds like a very loud modern "music" channel targeted to angry illiterates in the 16-25 range, so there's that, too. I'm sure devotees to Classic Content Radio will rush over to Angry Oppressed Millionaire Rap Channel 43 as soon as Life with Riley and Lux Radio Theater is over.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Seriously, stop showing me this crap on tv, please. The LAST thing I really need in my life right now is ads featuring grinning, already-have-pretty-much-everything millenials checking out the benefits of a g-d d--ned "Liferoom." You know, it's just a thing to park between your million-dollar McMansion and the pool- or perhaps to enhance your view of the f--ng marina.
I hate absolutely everybody right now.
Sunday, April 1, 2018
1. The special effects at the beginning of this ad are AMAZING! It's like they have a camera on the moon! How did they do that??
2. They don't tell you in the ad, but the only way to really wash these things down was with a cold glass of Tang. Tang and Space Sticks for lunch= you're an astronaut, ready to build that colony on the moon before the 1980s are over!
And here's mom's version of Space Sticks. Except that my mom bought them for ME because they were something I would actually eat if she packed them for my school lunch (sandwiches got traded away- I could never eat packed sandwiches when I was a kid for some reason.) I'm not sure why eating them constituted "revenge" against cheesecake and other sweets, but whatever- remember, revenge is an edible plastic wafer best served cold! You go girl! Sister Power!
(BTW, this woman must be in her late-sixties by now. I wonder if she ever gave up the fake food and learned to keep her weight down through diet and exercise, or switched to that other "proven weight control device" popular in the 1970s, cigarettes?)
Friday, March 30, 2018
(First, I'd like to point out that comments are blocked for this YouTube commercial. After reading a number of reviews of Green Dot, I'm not the least surprised.)
Browsing through RipOffReport.com, I encountered page after page of complaints concerning this thing called "Green Dot Prepaid Cards." The most common issue involved accessing money placed on the card by the customer. My immediate response was "why would you exchange cash for a piece of plastic which may or may not give you access to the money you used to buy the piece of plastic? Does this make sense to anyone, anywhere?"
Then I did a little more research and learned about the customer base for Green Dot cards (the common "I got mine at Dollar General" was my first clue.) It seems that Green Dot provides a service for a "specific market"- the "underserved customer" (more alarm bells going off, as "underserved customer" means "poor"- rich customers are never, EVER underserved. Check out tomorrow's post if you don't believe me.)
People who don't have credit cards or bank accounts- like the well-dressed, home-owning suburban white woman in this ad (uh huh, sure)- can easily transfer their cash to a prepaid (by them) plastic card which can then be used anywhere credit or debit cards (or cash) are accepted. If this sounds like circular stupidity, wait there does seem to be a benefit- when you get paid, your paycheck can INSTANTLY be added to your Green Dot prepaid card balance, "just in time for the weekend," so you can get your money when YOU need it. Because without a Green Dot card there's no such thing as "Direct Deposit," you know.
Also with Green Dot you avoid "interest fees" (and "interest") and credit checks and the annoyances of dealing with a bank- you know, like FDIC protection and and actual people you can talk to in person instead of an India-based phone bank. Sure when something goes wrong and you can't access your money you might find yourself in deep trouble dealing with people on the other side of the planet for whom English is a second language, and sure these cards come with their own monthly fees (averaging $4.95 per month) but hey that's the cost of convenience, right?
It sure looks like Green Dot and other "prepaid" cards are just another example of how big corporations just love squeezing the people living on the margins, the people who can least afford to lose any part of their cash flow. I wonder if they are partners with Rent A Center and Payday Lenders, making up a financial Axis of Evil. I know I'm preaching to the choir and I sure as hell don't want to sound like Dave "Just pay cash, just spend less, just make more money" Ramsey here, but I bet most people who use these cards are perfectly welcome to open accounts at their local bank but have been talked into thinking that they can't by their equally disconnected friends and neighbors. I'll settle for urging all of them to just pop in to one of those banks next Saturday morning and check out what they have to offer.
Thursday, March 29, 2018
When you buy a Samsung Galaxy for yourself and a friend, you can upgrade every year!
Every year? Yes, Every year! But just in case you need to be reminded- every year- from now until your worthless life comes to an end, don't worry, the Samsung Phone Monkey at your nearest mall is totally willing to do that. At least, until he goes insane and lazers your fool head off.
Meanwhile....upgrade every year! Which means three things:
1. Samsung is telling you in advance that the brand-new, totally tripped-out new phone it just sold you is going to be ancient technology twelve months from now, and if you want to continue to show well for your friends, you're going to want to "upgrade." And don't worry, Samsung is just going to keep making "upgraded" phones, forever and ever and ever.....
2. Every year, that landfill is going to leak more toxins from more "ancient" (more than a year old) phones and their lithium batteries (because if you're going to upgrade your phone, why would you want to keep last year's perfectly good but now totally uncool and pointless battery?) Don't worry, the next generation will deal with the cleanup. They'll also deal with the culture of disposability we've passed on Just Because.
3. Despite that culture of disposability, in which nothing is valuable and everything can and should be replaced every single year, SOMEONE will be producing better and better tech for us to consume like greedy starving jagoffs who just want more more more. SOMEONE will keep producing new shiny things for us to grab at and cuddle with and "need." As long as that's profitable, it will keep happening. So yes, we can expect holograms and AI and spacecraft - you just won't be producing it. You'll be too busy playing with your shiny new phone. And trying to remember that friend you gave the original second one to.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Oh, this is so clever! Girls hate science (and math, and engineering, and all those other professions that are exclusive to guys) but they just adore pink and pretty things and they ESPECIALLY love jewelry! So this is a really cool way to trick all those silly girls to put down the frilly dresses and Barbies and get involved in science without even realizing it!
My only real criticism is in the name of the product- it includes the word "science," which is totally going to scare off little girls. I don't like the word "kit," either- that implies that there's some building going on, which might also imply mess, and those are male things. I'd cut those parts out and replace them with "Awesome" or "Pretty" or "Sparkle" or "Princess" or something like that. Wait, how about "Magic Princess Sparkle Jewelry Maker?" "Maker" might make them think of cooking, which would naturally appeal to them, right?
Oh, and I'd be a little concerned about the jewelry being edible, too. These girls look like they are going to be ten years old in the near future, so they have to start thinking about keeping their weight down so they can attract a mate. It's not a great idea to encourage girls to eat as they approach their dating years.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
We start with this woman celebrating the fact that she's got this awesome entertainment system which makes her house the absolute must-place-to-be for "binge watching." We'll get back to that disgusting concept in a minute.
Some sort-of-humanoid creature who happened to be inhabiting her kitchen suddenly launches into a critique of her cable setup. I think that this bizarre, misshapen, ugly thing- which may be a rat, or a ferret, or even a homo sapiens if he was born near a toxic waste dump- has decided that its goal in life is to set the middle-aged woman he's encountering straight on what makes a good electronic cocoon /zombie containment system. My only response to this thing would be to squish it with a shoe or at least open the screen door and chase it outside.*
Ok, back to the whole "binge watching" thing. I'm still waiting for someone to explain to me the attraction of "binge watching" if you don't have a severe illness or for some other reason have been rendered immobile and a good candidate for quarantine. Otherwise, how freaking sad do you have to be to even WANT your house to be the place people camp out to watch hour after hour of brain-numbing, life-sucking television?
Even if I was confined to my house by illness, I'd much rather do some binge-reading than binge-watching. It's cheaper and better for my brain, though it probably wouldn't win the approval of any warped little gnomes living in my kitchen. And if I wasn't sick? I'd rather be binge-hiking or binge-museum browsing or binge-talking-to-friends. Binge-watching? I guess that's great for losers with oatmeal between the ears who think they've got an infinite amount of time left on Earth.
Sound judgemental? Good.
*Seriously, was this kid born a block from Chernobyl, or what?
Saturday, March 24, 2018
The description of this video focuses on the paint job on the all-terrain vehicle. It celebrates the "Break-up Country Pattern" which I imagine is supposed to make it invisible to turkeys, deer, immigrants, black people and SJWs. Technically, the design was chosen to "provide cover on our machines" (make it difficult for Hillary and the Socialist Bernie-crats to find when The Time Comes) and "relies on shadows to achieve added depth."
Oh but wait, we aren't done yet. These shadows painted on to "Can-Ams aggressively forward-thinking designs" (forward-thinking? Sounds like a liberal plot to me) help their machines "to blend into whatever sort of nature you're in" (deserts, deep woods, burned-out urban areas created by the Inevitable Race War, etc. You know, all that stuff.)
I guess the point is that when you drive one of these machines (after donning that "I'm a soldier" costume you used to wear only during your Saturday night Aryan Nation get-togethers or while playing Call of Duty in your mom's basement) after reflecting on how Manly and American and Not at all Gay Shut Up Where Did You Hear That you are while you go off to stalk whatever animal happens to be in season, you're going to feel much closer to the nature you're about to terminate. And that's what being Free is all about. That and guns and attending the Protestant Church of your choice and making damn sure people use the right bathrooms goddammit.
Don't forget the beer. Prey has an annoying habit of taking it's time wandering into the area you've picked out to park your sorry ass and wait to kill it.
Friday, March 23, 2018
In the English version of this commercial, the guy whining like a pathetic little brat about his cell phone coverage- which only allows him to stream video that stutters and has to reboot every few seconds, I guess- is super-upset that what would have seemed downright miraculous a decade ago is now oh so very lame. The salespeople are naturally in total sympathy with the spoiled doofus and encourage him to switch to Boost so he can keep his eyes glued to the screen and for certain won't notice that truck bearing down on him until it's way too late. I totally concur.
The guy in this ad beats his wife and kids regularly for infractions like not stacking the soup cans in the pantry properly and upsetting the crease on the sports page. Fortunately for them, he's only a few months away from suffering a massive, fatal stroke when he's cut off in traffic on the way home from work.
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Let me say this straight from the opening: I bet you that every single one of these people thinks that the government should get it's act together and do something about that growing national debt. The government really, really needs to start living within it's means, that's all they gots to say. Now on to their stories about how they think it's ok to personally add to that debt:
"Are you seeking tax forgiveness and a fresh start?" Translation: "Did you avoid paying your fair share of the money required to keep society functioning and want a do-over courtesy of the people who diligently paid their bills year after year Just Because now that you've been caught?"
"For the fresh start you deserve." Why do you "deserve" it? Never figured that one out. You didn't pay your taxes. You got caught. Our team of attorneys think- as, no doubt, you do- that you "deserve" a fresh start. We aren't going to say why- because there really is no why. If you had any level of introspection, you'd agree. But the important thing here is to keep money in your pockets, so....
Michael R. tells us his story- see, he just finalized his divorce and faced a tax lien of $113,000 (I don't know what either of those things has to do with eachother, but whatever.) Coast One was able to settle his debt for $2200, allowing him to "maintain his lifestyle." He tells us this as he stands in the middle of a golf course. We were really pulling for you, Michael. Glad we could help.
Caroyln B sits on the couch with her robot/puppet husband to tell us how her decision to retire a few years ago came back to bite her in the butt and she had to liquidate her retirement savings, resulting in a big tax penalty. So, Carolyn- you retired before you hit 65 and suddenly realized that you couldn't live on nothing. This isn't something you considered beforehand. And instead of going back to work, you cashed in your 401(k) and took that deferred tax hit. You didn't pay taxes on those investments because you agreed not to cash in, and then your broke that agreement, and then you were stunned the government wanted you to pay your tax liability. Thanks to Coast One, you managed to screw over the United States twice. And then you pulled the string on the back of your semi-conscious husband so he could bleat his line. Well done, Carolyn B- you saved enough money to maybe pay your bills another year. What's next year's scam?
Evan D. seems to think that because he managed to get away with tax evasion for 14 years, it's totally unfair that the IRS wants to come after him now, like there's some kind of statute of limitations on continuing tax fraud. Coast One turned a $300,000 debt into $1500 which - get ready to have your heart warmed- "allowed me to keep my family business." Seriously, WTF? You were defrauding the people of the United States. Who gives a fat rat's ass if it was a "family business?"
Shelby D. (no obvious relation to Evan D) explains that he fell behind because it "wasn't easy" being a self-employed truck driver. Seriously, I don't give a damn if you're going through a divorce, retired, running a family business or driving a truck- if you can't spend an hour with H&R Block once a year to make sure you are paying your taxes, I have no sympathy for any of you scumbags. Pay your freaking bills.
That's it. I'm done. We finally got a snow day, btw. Looks awesome!
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Somehow the idiots in this commercial managed to "get serious" despite f--ng around with their phones and doing virtually nothing else. They go from finding an apartment with those phones to taking selfies with themselves in their new apartment to finding a house that fits their stupid dogs and then making stupid faces into their damn phones again. I guess we're supposed to be happy for them but seriously, why would anyone give a flying care? It's another phone ad in which nobody makes a call or uses their $1000 phones for much of anything other than taking stupid pictures of their fool grinning extremely punchable faces.
And if the YouTube comments are any indication, the "message" of the ad- which I guess is supposed to be that $1000 for an iPhone isn't so very much 'cause look you can get one free when you buy one- is totally lost on the audience, which is too busy doing it's usual obsessive "what is that song" bit. One winner asks about the song two weeks after it's title has been revealed, demonstrating that YouTube commenters are far better at asking questions than they are at reading answers.
Oh, this may be a mixed-race couple, which I guess iPhone thinks is super progressive or daring or something. Hey Apple, want to impress Progressives? Pay the people who actually put together your pricey electronic drugs for zombies a living wage. Until then, f--k off.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
1. Why is this woman spending a dinner party looking at her stupid phone instead of actually interacting with her fellow human beings? Is this just something that always happens at dinner parties these days?
2. How did this woman get the guy's phone number so she could send him the message? If they already know eachother, why are they sitting alone at the beginning?
3. This guy is sitting literally ten feet away. Why doesn't she walk over there and sit down next to him, or ask him to join her with, you know, her lips and her actual freaking voice?
4. Can you tell I'm getting really ticked off around now?
5. Why does this "communicate entirely through technology" thing continue after the party, even as they seem to be forming an....um..."relationship?"
6. Is it safe to assume that this couple has their first actual conversation somewhere around their fifth anniversary?
7. What the F--- is the matter with you YouTube commenters? Are you all mentally ill, or what? You LIKE this? What is your problem?
Friday, March 16, 2018
This one's short and to the point- just another commercial which passes muster in 2018 because it's the guy being chopped down and body shamed by the woman. Reverse the genders in this ad and you've got digital pitchforks going after Allstate with a vengeance, and rightly so.
There's nothing wrong with this guy physically- he isn't fat, so we can assume that his wife's little dig doesn't come from a place that cares about his health. No, this is all about sticking a knife in him for absolutely no reason- and the "punchline" leaves him suitably shamed and shrunken, standing at a refrigerator which I assume he'll now close without taking out any food because his wife* decided she could not simply exit the room but had to leave him with some more emotional scar tissue. He might not use that gym membership, but at least won't be eating any of the food he paid for which is stored in the refrigerator he paid for which is in the house he paid for. I wish this commercial had ended with him taking the rest of the leftover pizza and a beer out of the fridge and heading down to his man cave to spend a few hours with the tv.
Like this ad? Again, just reverse the genders. This is pointless, nasty crap. Thanks, Allstate
*who is skinny and pale and not at all healthy looking, but it's the husband who has the problem because she got the great insurance and he wasted money on a gym membership he doesn't use. Hey, here's an idea, lady- how about joining the gym so it's something you and hubby can do together that doesn't involve grinding him down with your digs? Just a thought.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Peter Popoff used to make a living by appearing before huge audiences of Bible-thumping yokels and claiming to receive "messages" from "god" that gave him "secret" information about certain individuals in that audience. He'd walk up to one slack-jawed semi-literate hick after another and totally wow them with "knowledge" about their darkest fears, hidden pains, and cherished dreams. Then he'd get them to open their wallets to support his "ministry," claiming that if they gave with open and generous hearts (and empty brains- that was the easy part) the money would be returned to them a hundredfold because "god" wanted them to be rich, they just had to believe it would happen strongly enough.
In 1986, Peter Popoff was exposed as the sleazy huckster fraud he is and always has been- it turned out that he was planting his own employees in the crowd to start conversations with the sheep and pick up information Popoff could use in his act. Popoff's wife would then feed her husband this information via a hidden earpiece worn by Popoff, making it look (to the desperate and desperately stupid, at least) as if the Good Reverand was reading minds- or being told by god what to say about the person standing in front of him. Popoff's assets were seized- or at least they would have been if god didn't tell Popoff (through his attorney) to declare bankruptcy and fall off the radar for a while.
Well, guess what? Within a few years Popoff made a comeback by using the magic of late-night infomercials to pitch "miracle water"- little bags of water which, when sprinkled around and/or consumed in the right way, will bring someone money. That someone is not the person doing the sprinkling or drinking, of course- their job is to send back the empty bag along with a donation. The only person actually receiving money is Peter Popoff. As god intended, no doubt.
Nowadays most of Popoff's ads run on Black Entertainment Television, and most of the people we see crying that they ordered the water and prayed for money and got it Gawd Be Praised are black. Popoff's figured out where the Desperate Stupid Undereducated Christian money is these days. And who is least likely to check out what The Evil Google (or believe it because it's just The Devil Talking anyway) says about Peter Popoff before ordering their bag of water.
I'm just going to say two things about Peter Popoff and his current hustle. First, what's with the "extra large" bag of water bit? How does he sell that? Does extra water mean extra money falling from the sky courtesy of god? Why not just go with the Additional Bag of Water Free Just Pay Extra Shipping and Handling bit? Could he be any more cynical?
Second- and this is going to sound strange- I don't want the government to go after Peter Popoff. I want law enforcement to leave him alone to buy tv ads and sell bags of water to the suckers. Because I don't want a dime of my tax money going to the hopeless cause of saving people from themselves. If anyone wants to take money they don't have and send it to this carnival barker, that's their business. Society slapped him down in the 1980s, at considerable cost in time and money to the Justice System. The story is all over the internet. It's out there, for everyone to see. All you have to do is check for yourself. If you fail to do that before you sell your Miracle Coin collection and 9/11 Commemorative plates so you can buy bags of water through the mail, well, fooled you twice, shame on you. Tell your story to Ripoffreport.com. I'm not interested anymore.
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Dad didn't tell Mom that he had purchased life insurance, so when he passed, she freaked out and spent weeks wondering how she was going to keep herself and her son in their house, pay for his college education, etc. etc.
Son didn't tell Mom that he saw her stress and responded by sneaking out of the house to find and engage in employment of some kind (he got paid by check, so I guess drug dealing is out and Principal Insurance decided that their ad was dark enough.) Enough time has passed since Dad died for Son to get a job and get his first paycheck- which means enough time has passed for Mom and Son to have a heart-to-heart about the future. But that's not how this family rolls, clearly.
The "happy ending" comes when Mom gets a check from Principal Insurance, a check which is clearly her first hint that Dad took steps to take care of his family before he died. Gee, good thing she didn't just toss that unexpected check in the garbage, huh?
This is so screwed up. All of this could have been avoided if Dad had acted as if he actually loved and cared for his wife and kid while he was still breathing. What kind of asshat buys life insurance and then keeps it a secret from the beneficiary? Was Dad afraid that his wife would bump him off if she knew of the financial windfall coming down the road?
And "the rebel" in this commercial- I guess his "rebellion" came in the form of not comforting his mother in any way but instead causing her more stress by sneaking out into the dark streets every night. I know he's supposed to be the noble one here, but again- COMMUNICATION, PEOPLE!
Saturday, March 10, 2018
I'm sorry, but I just gotta share this guy's sob story about Endurance Car Warranties, which I'm quite certain are a scam. I've gotta share it because I'm also quite sure that this is a case of two scammers going up against eachother, and I found it too funny not to include in this blog.
You know right off the bat that this is going to be fun when this idiot tells us he came to a verbal agreement on a warranty for his 17-year old car with engine problems over the phone (he'll later repeatedly use the phrase "take my word for it" and "I'm an honest person" and "they promised me.") This is followed by two throwaway lines about getting a five-page email "which I didn't bother to read because it's five pages and I already talked to him on the phone" and a five-page contract on PDF "which I didn't bother to read because why should I was talking to him on the phone." These written agreements are never mentioned again throughout this idiot's whinefest, never mind that he later threatens a lawsuit and you'd think that his best evidence would be that contract.
He tells us that his car's engine broke down but it was after the "1,000 mile grace period" so the fact that it had a pre-existing conditions didn't matter because, you guessed it, "that's what they told me over the phone." If you reach this guy's age and you haven't figured out that 1. Verbal contracts are worth the paper they aren't written on and 2. "His word against mine" isn't especially helpful when you are the one seeking the money and you've got a written contract you haven't bothered to look at.
The last two minutes of this nonsense is this idiot ramping up the anger- the cursing starts to fly as he seems much more interested in letting us know how angry he is than in proving that he's in the right. He talks about the price he was quoted (again, no paperwork to back this up) and how he's going to have to pay for his engine out of pocket because Endurance says it "technically" isn't required to pay (AGAIN, what does your contract say, moron?) In other words, the video devolves into a total pity party and I'm actually surprised it doesn't link to a GoFundMe account.
He wraps up by telling us what we already know- Endurance (and I'll just add, all extended insurance warranties) is a ripoff and you're far better off just saving money for the inevitable car repairs you'll have to pay for if you have to drive around in an ancient car. But I'd like to add a postscript:
You can't be ripped off if you have a written contract that you are willing to read. If you are satisfied with a verbal contract, you're just asking to be cheated and you have no business whining about it afterwards. I have no idea how the conversation between this fool and Endurance went, nor do I care, because there's a written contract that is never addressed throughout this rant. So congratulations, idiot, you vented your stupidity and laziness to the world and gave me something to use on my blog. And provided a life lesson to people smart enough to learn it. I hope someday you are one of them.
Friday, March 9, 2018
After watching this ad several times and failing to pick up what this pathetic stupid woman was saying, I finally just read the damn caption and learned that she was bleating about having 2018's version of a social disease- FOMO, or "Fear of Missing Out." I guess it involves being afraid that everyone is watching a certain program- or, more likely, every fricking program- on Hulu and because you don't watch television 24/7 you might not be able to join the gabfest about some crap show you really ought to be watching on your phone except you are SUCH a loser you don't have Sprint.
The "cure" for FOMO is to get Sprint which now comes with Unlimited Supplies of everyone's favorite Addiction of the Moment, Hulu. So now instead of reading or taking a walk or (giggle, snort) having an actual conversation with someone which might result in human bonding but will NOT allow you to keep up with your fellow Hulu zombies, you can just keep your eyes glued to your phone and endlessly stream crap into your atrophied brain. It's time you'll never get back and it won't do a thing to make your life even one iota more productive or valuable, but it will help you fit in the next time your fellow walking dead co-workers start yapping about how if you can just get to Episode 9 you'll see that The Handmaid's Tale isn't the most stupefyingly boring and slow-moving thing ever intentionally produced by Man, it's actually entertaining and interesting, really you just have to stick with it.
And you'll no longer "suffer" from FOMO. Because you'll never "miss out" on anything on Hulu ever again. The rest of life? Oh yes, you're going to miss out on a LOT of that. But who cares, 'cause Television?
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
I guess the idea behind this incredibly stupid nub of an ad is that it's super-easy to buy stuff using Wayfair if you don't care how much things cost and you just want it right now. And it's also super-fun to get stuff really fast, because look how all these jackasses are dancing around their new furniture.
Oh, but if you're a guy and you get "caught" dancing by your wife, you can fix that problem really quick with flowers. Because buying a furniture set and dancing about it is Affair-Level bad, I guess. This makes sense to someone.
Even if this commercial didn't have a caption, I'd suspect that the whole point is to do the whole "Drop the Mic," because I guess that's a thing now. Even when there are no mic's in the ad and people are instead dropping (and in one case throwing) expensive smartphones. WTF-ever, Wayfair.
And to repeat a common theme - please don't read the comments below. These people are just really pathetic unless they are getting paid to post this drivel. And then they are still really pathetic, but they're at least getting paid for being pathetic.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
It's almost unbelievable, but these two shmucks manage to be even more cloying and cringe-worthy than that Karlie Kloss idiot we usually see peddling Wix.com.
But that's not anywhere near the worst part- never mind the ad, it's just two jackasses who seem to be famous among internet-obsessed weirdos, some of whom practically lost control of their bowels when they saw their heros on a commercial. Instead of watching this 66 seconds of absolutely nothing of value (it's not the extended version, be thankful for small favors) be prepared to get VERY depressed and scroll down to read the comments.
I'm going to be super-charitable here and just assume that 99 percent of the posts in the comment section are the fake, nickle-per-reply stutterings of unemployed college kids looking to make a few extra dollars pretending to be madly in love with the product of the company paying them. I mean, some of these posts are really over the top- "I adore these two," "Awesome product Wix!" "LOL these guys are just too funny," "I almost died when I saw them on my tv," "what is that song" (I didn't even hear a song) etc. etc. etc. I don't think I could go on if I believed these posts were from real people expressing real- um- "thoughts."
I'm guessing that Wix.com looked at the comment section from the Karlie Kloss ad and said "we can't let this happen when we make our next ad featuring two insufferable dweebs with nothing to say, so we'd better just buy us a bunch of likes." They can't Pull A Chevy by just putting gushing idiots into the ad itself, so they have to pay the soulless to sell out in the comment section. That's the only explanation I can think of that doesn't leave me really, really sad.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
A few years ago I wrote a blog post concerning American Home Shield, the largest of these "home warranty" grifter companies which specialize in scaring people living on the margins into purchasing garbage insurance for their appliances using money they don't have. At the time I posted a link to Ripoffreport.com's extensive library of complaints about AHS, which consistently focus on the same issues- refusal to pay for repairs that seem to be covered by the contracts, insistence by the insurer on using certain contractors who are never available to do the work, etc.
Well, it seems that American Home Shield doesn't have a monopoly on the Prey on the Vulnerable by selling Empty Promises industry, because here comes American Residential Warranty offering the same thing- for "as little as a dollar a day," you "can" protect your wallet when all your major appliances need very, very expensive repairs. We hear the usual key phrases- along with "as little as," we get the magic "plan options include" and while there's "no obligation," they can't help but remind us that our kitchens are about to explode and then we'll really be screwed, just sayin'."
These carnival barkers sound so very sincere, don't they? Well, before you decide to throw your money away on what are basically extended warranties wrapped in a shiny package called "insurance," check out some of these posts: https://www.ripoffreport.com/reports/specific_search/American%20Residential%20Warranty
Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if this isn't just American Home Shield with a fresh coat of paint hiding the corruption underneath.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Remember headphones? Those were those things you used to wear on your head and connect to your Walkman so you could enjoy your favorite music without bothering anyone else. Quaint thought, huh?
Eventually they gave way to ear buds, which were more comfortable but really only did half the job- the wearer could hear his music, but people nearby could hear tinny music sounds-- pretty annoying, but remember, ear buds were more comfortable and that's all that really counts.
Here's proof that comfort is all that really counts- we don't use headphones OR ear buds anymore, anywhere, ever. It's much more functional and enjoyable to just crank up the volume and listen through the device's speakers. No more worrying about ear sweat or buds popping out or wires getting tangled. Just watch and listen as if you're in your own living room and you are the only person who exists because when it comes to you and your immediate desires, you pretty much are. That guy five seats over who just wants to read his book or think? He's perfectly free to continue to do so- if the noise coming out of your phone bothers him, well, he can move, can't he? And those other people in the restaurant (like the ones sitting near this particular douchenozzle?) Well, if they don't want to hear HIS device, they are perfectly free to turn up the volume on their own, right?
What? They were trying to have a conversation? Well, that's pretty lame. And not your problem. You've got Unlimited Data, which means you have Unlimited Opportunities to show the world that you're an insufferably self-absorbed sociopath. And you blend in really well with everyone else, because you're much more the norm than those weird people who still wear headphones or ear buds.
Why did we ever even invent headphones, anyway? I just don't get it.