So while Michael Knowles has fallen off the list of preferred podcasters, sometimes I will listen to a snippet of his podcast on Facebook. This time, he was talking about the newest Anheuser-Bush commercial that appears to pander to the conservatives. If you have never seen it, here it is:
Okay. FIRST of all, this commercial may have been worthy of praise had they apologised, but I don’t see that happening. They pissed off their customer base, and now they are groveling at the feet of their former customer base practically begging them to buy Bud Light. NO! Why don’t they grovel at the feet of the Alphabet Club? They already took a knee to them. And speaking of those wannabe elitists, now the Human Rights Campaign wants AB to reaffirm their support for that dime store wannabe villainess Dylan. Look at the article below.
In a perfect world, they should say NO, but since they have come this far, might as well go all the way and show their support for him. If they do that, there will be no coming back from the swift and massive pushback that will continue until they’re forced to declare bankruptcy. I have already lost respect for them. In their eyes, they give two middle fingers to their former customer base because all they care about is money. Why couldn’t they just stay the fuck out of politics and concentrate on making good beer and put their customers first? Because like these damn elitists, they look down on fratty behaviour. Idiots. Guess they forgot that fratty behaviour sells beer. Party and bullshit at the Memorial Day barbeque, tailgating at the Meadowlands in New Jersey before the final game of the season that is crucial for the Giants to win if they want the NFC East title and a first round bye in the playoffs to having a family get together and rough housing with each other. They must expect we, the consumers, to drink our beer from wine glasses like civilised gentlemen instead of from the can like commoners. FUCK YOU, Anheuser-Bush! You are all cowards, and I hope you pay the price for your snooty behaviour and limp wristed campaign.
But wait. It gets worse!!
That fucking Dylan has now invaded my dreams! I have not slept well all week. Every time I go to bed, there he is, looking like Audrey Hepburn and drinking a beer and his pumpkin face filling up the screen and TRYING to look sensual in the bubble bath. UGH! I would rather stay up all night and be a zombie at 4am than seeing Danielle BOOB in my dreams. I really like how he talking about dehumanization in his unprepared speech when he’s the one that is dehumanizing women with his girlhood antics. He is as clueless as a mouse in a room full of cats. I have had it with him. I would like for this to the last time I talk about him, but I guarantee he will do something that will piss me off so bad that I will have to say something before I explode in a fit of rage. That’s all I have to say about that.
Leave me a comment if you wish. As always, be safe, be strong, be wary, be smart.
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