Skip to main content

Sharing Sucks

Relaxing before a two hour car chase my son and I were entertained with pre-movie ads and entertainment. M&M's, Coke, reality TV shows, Showtime drama, Yahoo! and many more products were pitched - all this well before the movie trailers were unspooled (or whatever it is they do these days) and all of it was very non-MadMax. Not a dystopian wasteland of limited resources reducing man to his primal nature of kill or be killed in an effort to survive, but a land of abundance where the cornucopia of "capitalism" spreads material happiness to all - want it or not.

I must say that YUM! brands has done it again with its Sharing Sucks ad campaign targeted at the KOTCB reader. I love you Taco Bell and I've been choking down a few tacos from your store every couple of weeks in solidarity with you. Yes, Sharing your nachos does suck and I think Mad Max would agree if he were able to get a plate of nachos - but he can't.

Nor can he watch any of the other films that were promoted before Mad Max Fury Road (2015) because the world would have already run out or natural resources and fallen into chaos according to Mad Max (1979) and Mad Max 2 aka The Road Warrior (1981). How in Gods name have we survived the last 35 years? How is George Miller telling THE SAME STORY 35 years later? He's like the Al Gore of OZ film making. But some things never get old...


Popular posts from this blog

The Real Story with Gretchen Carlson

She was "sexy", but "too much hard work." I'm a regular Fox & Friends viewer (mostly in protest of the other insipid morning programs like Today and Good Morning America) so over the years I've gotten to know Gretchen Carlson pretty well. Stuck between Steve and Brian she always seemed a prudish scold with an irritating, self-righteous demeanor that I simply put up with because I figured some people in the Fox audience actually liked her persona. It was obvious that Steve and Brian did not, but they were stuck with her like so many talking heads and had to make the best of it - which they did. Besides, she was no worse than any of the other women on morning show TV - I mean, you're only going to find a certain kind of person to do this kind of work and that kind of person is the Gretchen Carlson kind. Then, one day, she was gone and replaced by Elisabeth Hasselbeck and the F&F ratings began to climb, and climb and climb - in two months view

The 4th Estate "does not know"

Last night Jim Acosta sat down for an interview with Larry Sabato at a national symposium series presented by the University of Virginia’s Center for Politics titled “Democracy in Perilous Times.” The evening’s topic was “ The Fourth Estate: Enemy of the People? ” and the crowd was warmly receptive of Acosta’s message which, boiled down to its essence, is that Donald Trump is a liar and he’s making life dangerous for reporters. Sabato introduced Acosta to the audience as Enemy #1 which drew mirthful laughter from the auditorium and then presented a short video montage of President Trump and his deplorable rubes insulting the reporter on many occasions over the past two years. This was all a set up for his first question which was, “how do you do your Job?” Acosta said the he accomplishes his duties by maintaining focus, reporting the story and telling the truth but acknowledged that it is difficult when the White House erodes the peoples faith in the press by bullying reporters. Whe

A Apolitical Blues

Well my telephone was ringing, and they told me it was chairman Mao. You got to tell him anything 'cause I just don't want to talk to him now. According to the brilliant troubadour Lowell George the Apolitical Blues are " the meanest blues of all" and who am I to disagree with this soul man now after all these years of living by his maxim.  I first heard the song bursting from the 1972 vinyl of Little Feat's Alt-Rock-Country masterpiece "Sailin' Shoes" in the second story bedroom of my friend John's older brother Edie who, being about 3 years our senior, was instructing us on the importance of good music. This was circa 1975 and a formative time for my musical taste and overall aesthetic which, for better or worse, infuses every aspect of my existence including the KOTCB blog so a debt is owed this unforgettable "older brother" now that  he has shuffled off this mortal coil  and left us with smoky memories. A born rebel with the heart o