Welcome to Hell!
Or rather campaign season. It's February and I'm done with it. Only eight more months to go of lies, half-truths, talking points, promises, pledges, platforms, soundbites and stump speeches.
Dear Manny it sucks living in a democracy. Or rather, one given over to corporate messaging and super-pacs. Thank you Supreme Court, you've done what the Congress hasn't, given our Republic to the corporations. Legally.
One of my co-workers is running for local office. His campaign poster was pretty bland, just his name on a green background. Blecch. So I decided to help him.
Since this is important to him and I'm not a complete bastard, I swapped out his name for my candidate of choice to protect his reputation.
(And before anyone thinks I'm being silly for not posting this with his name on it, let me throw this out there. I had a staffer talk about racy party pictures their friends posted of them on Facebook. I'm on Facebook and could see the photos if I wanted. So were a bunch of the GUYS in my office. I went to HR to see if friending someone just to see the racy photos qualified as sexual harassment. When we decided we should probably call the attorney to figure it out, I defriened just about everyone from work. It was waaaaaay easier. My point: you just never know.)
We might be better off with the robots in charge.
This is the second poster in the campaign series, called 'Real 'Merican'. I believe my co-conspirator and I hit on all the campaign buzzwords from the last decade.
If I could have worked in 'Birth Certificate', trust me, I would have.
I'll release the first poster next week. I have some serious overhauling to do to remove his name...and likeness. But rest assured, fan, you will see it.
So remember. Vote your fears. Vote Robot!