Friday, September 19, 2014
VOTE REPUBLICAN. THE RICH NEED MORE!
Two Amateur Democrats
-Could be effective. Who you emailing?
-I pretty much just know Lefties.
-Wasted there, Preaching to the Converted.
And Righties’ll say it’s basest propaganda.
And Godless too!
-Gotta reach the Leaners.
-How you gonna find out...? Hafta buy a list.
-That’s the trouble with this country!
Everything’s for sale!
-It’s gone overboard, of course, but
I don’t know but that’s our strength.
Labels: ;Republican, Democrat, for sale, moderate, money in politics, political advertising, rich
Friday, August 09, 2013
Hired Guns
Working for the Nut Libertarian
-He's paying.
-Somebody is.
-But making his drivel comprehensible...!
-Your father was a professor. It's all the same.
-It's a far better thing I do than I have ever done.
It's a far...
-Drink up, Sickie. Need your gifts down the line.
-Gifts?
Labels: hired gun, Libertarian, operator, political advertising
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Stylistics
Creative Team
-They’ll take the Senate if we can’t scare more
moderates.
-Humongous black and white billboard with
stark words?
-STOP THE FASCISTS HERE !
-Why is there such understatement in politics?
-Have no idea. Did they teach you fancy rhetorical tricks
at Bates?
-I don’t know. I just tried to keep from freezing. How about Emory?
-We sipped bourbon and laughed at Hee-Haw Georgians.
-Thus have we come to this!
-What?
-Exactly.
Labels: language, political advertising, political speech, political strategy, politics
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
“It's Me in My Little Chevrolet”
Some don't gray, but age orange, rather. My opponent.
And not a Chevvie but a little one-seater tricked up in a machine shop. Like a clown's car. Orange, as he.
Features a tinny two-note horn which he blows continuously.
Researchers dig into his past, though I swear I’d never campaign on anything like that.
Anyway, they find nothing. He lives with Mother
and shuns women. And men.
I stress the issues, compromising with my advisers in that I
fashion them as simply as possible.
He drives his mini car in commercials, breaking up meetings
of villainous politicians who flee. Most slovenly absconder resembles yours truly.
They give that little horn to kids and you can’t shop
anywhere without hearing it.
On election night everyone announces too close to call. I wait for a dead moment to ask Ringo Skelly, my oldest pro, even then running numbers. “We're cooked," he announces.
"Oh well," I sigh, "you never know what makes
a good governor."
"I always do. And that sub-moron doesn't qualify. Sock puppet for the greasiest crooks over there."
I lose by a point, and some months after, with the chairman pounding for order, in putts he down the central aisle of
their national convention, cross-lit by spotlights.
Reporters envelop him and the tiny car, both florescent
orange in the brilliance.
Moira Dill of Fox proclaims "O I just LOVE you!"
Some don't gray, but age orange, rather. My opponent.
And not a Chevvie but a little one-seater tricked up in a machine shop. Like a clown's car. Orange, as he.
Features a tinny two-note horn which he blows continuously.
Researchers dig into his past, though I swear I’d never campaign on anything like that.
Anyway, they find nothing. He lives with Mother
and shuns women. And men.
I stress the issues, compromising with my advisers in that I
fashion them as simply as possible.
He drives his mini car in commercials, breaking up meetings
of villainous politicians who flee. Most slovenly absconder resembles yours truly.
They give that little horn to kids and you can’t shop
anywhere without hearing it.
On election night everyone announces too close to call. I wait for a dead moment to ask Ringo Skelly, my oldest pro, even then running numbers. “We're cooked," he announces.
"Oh well," I sigh, "you never know what makes
a good governor."
"I always do. And that sub-moron doesn't qualify. Sock puppet for the greasiest crooks over there."
I lose by a point, and some months after, with the chairman pounding for order, in putts he down the central aisle of
their national convention, cross-lit by spotlights.
Reporters envelop him and the tiny car, both florescent
orange in the brilliance.
Moira Dill of Fox proclaims "O I just LOVE you!"
Labels: political advertising
