Chevron commercials -- not just insulting...
The music --- chunky wheels turning machinery on the move the new world ... like some thirties look what's coming, ain't it great?
So they have a black guy with a midwestern accent talking about how wonderful oil sand would be -- hey, a black guy from the midwest? Must be telling the truth -- I especially enjoy -- "No more pollution than other forms of oil" -- there's a weasel-worded disclaimer that's tap-dancing around guilty almost as much as the gout commercial that mentions "a small number of deaths from ... but it's not certain our drug caused them" -- "It's not certain" -- that's one step away from "you can't prove it!" --- but oh yeah, the black guy from Kansas tells us how the oil sand project would provide lots and lots and lots of jobs...
And a white guy for another ad extolling the lowering of air pollution ("We're destroying your lungs, but we're working on doing it a little less..")
and they have a jug-eared Aussie for another (hey, everyone likes the straight-on outback fellows from the land of Oz)
And all that would just be rude and reflect a view of us as 2d grade students who can be convinced of anything -- typical corporate disdain --- But the worst part?
All those ads are tax deductible... hundreds of millions of dollars of time buys. and every time you hear that chunk chunk chunk music, every time you hear those slick dissings -- REMEMBER --- WE'RE PAYING FOR THEM!!
And that's why they don't pay much in taxes -- oh they say it's all research ("Every dollar goes into..." )
Bullshit -- it's straight on political, i.e., anyone who's against the oil sand pipeline is against jobs and against black people and against America...
These people are straight out of Nova Express, destroy the planet and move on to another planet.
Or to a country without extradition laws, one which loves oilmen -- Bahrain, Kuwait, Qatar, Yemen, Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirate, etc...
I think of the delightful Kathy Griffin starting her show with:
Where are my gays?"
And I think of the Chevron people and wonder:
"Where are my Wobblies?"
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