Perhaps it was too much guacamole and pizza, but did I really see a Super Bowl ad in which Democratic chattering-class member James Carville—looking even more like skeletor than Michael Chertoff—bonds with Republican senatorial quitter and talking head Bill Frist over a bottle (not a line) of Coke and then the two of them proceed to enjoy a “man date” through Washington, D.C., ending up saluting the nation’s most phallic edifice, the Washington Monument? And so any notion of actual debate over meaningful differences between the two parties is exposed as a mere gimmick to shill bottled corn-syrup water—or maybe this is what Barack Obama means by bringing us together? Was it real or just one of those monsters produced by the calorie-laden sleep of (Harry) reason(er)?
And did I really see a Super Bowl ad with cartoon pandas speaking in stereotypical Chinese accents?
And an East Indian guy was responsible for this crap?
http://www.businesswire.com/portal/site/google/index.jsp?ndmViewId=news_view&newsId=20071227005453&newsLang=en
Why didn’t the psychic panda have an accent like the other two pandas? Was it because she’s ABC (American Born Chinese)?
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=27486560
Those ads were amazingly bad. One can only ask, “What were they thinking?” The ad with Carlos Mencia teaching pick-up lines to geeky men of various comic accents fell into the same territory.
The ‘East Indian guy’who wrote the Panda ad is chairman of salesforce.com. Note to Chairmen, CEOs, and other C-level exec’s: don’t write your own adverts for Super Sunday. Leave that work to professionals who produce less controversial fare such as the guy with jumper cables clamped to his
aureoles.