We at "The Gods Are Bored" live in a Super Tuesday state. Which means that last night, during an otherwise perfectly diverting episode of Dr. Phil, we were subjected to political advertisements, heavily weighted towards the two remaining Democratic candidates.
Have you ever thought about what goes into the production of a television commercial? You need a scriptwriter, directors, an entire (and expert) film crew, music, and a "hook" that will get your viewer to like you and want you in their breakfast bowl.
One of the candidates, shot in soft pastels, promised to be there in the White House for me. The other, filmed mingling with the unwashed throngs, says it's time for Americans to have a voice.
Big money, slick commercials, vapid promises. That's why I searched my fertile mind for the most sugary and nutrition-free cereal with the stupidest product endorsement character to represent my opinion of the remaining Democratic field.
Quisp for president. He'll be there for me in the White House. He's going to give me a voice. His marketing team is living large on the profits from his commercials, but hey. He's for real.
I'm Anne Johnson, and I approved this message.