| January 7, 2002 |
What a fucked-up year we just had, eh? If you’re like me, you’ll spend the next three hundred and sixty some odd days on your knees thanking whatever all-knowing, invisible spirit you believe in for drawing to a close 2001 without the earth bursting into flames.
Let’s face it, 2001 sucked before September 11th. And as you well-know, it went straight down the toilet from there. What happened on that dreadful day was painful enough to watch as it were. But the unforgivable ad fucks who found it necessary to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on production (even more on media,) to tell us that they donated a few cars and trucks or that they’ve collected some canned goods made me want jam sharpened bamboo through my eyes. What in the name of David Ogilvy were they thinking? Could they not have just written a check without the big-budget, self-congratulatory swill they put on the air? I will walk on bloody stumps before I buy a GM product so help me God. If I were the FDNY, I’d return every one of them and write a spot about that. It’d go something like this.
Okay, it’s rough, I know. But with a few tweaks, I think Tony Kaye would be interested in the boards.
–The Editor
