so. im sitting here in my room, watching my big extra super fantastic big ol screen tv when it suddenly explodes, displaying 40 inches of ridiculousness in the form of the commercial i’m about to show you. before we get to the viewing, let me tell you a bit about the company.
Mo Money Taxes is apparently a tax preparation service. they seem to have found some level of success, since, according to the website, they have multiple offices pretty much all over the American south, and also some midwestern states.
that being said, let me tell you that this particular commercial features a large white man with green hair yelling phrases such as: “I’M TOE UP FROM THE FLO UP!”, “BLAME IT ON THE AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHKKAHOL!”, “WHERE DEY DO DAT AT?!'” and “CALM THE HELL CALM DOWN!” it also features an angry man standing and yelling “IT’S FINNA GET REAL UGLY UP IN HERE!'” ready?
im thinking it must be. cause i mean the way i see it, and ladies, maybe you’ll feel me here, but you know that dude that steps to you mad inappropriately as you’re on your way to work or the bus or wherever you may be going? ‘damn shawty that ass is fat! yo man can’t treat that right, let me hold that real quick!’ now for us classy broads with standards and offendable sensibilities, we are appalled. we are disgusted that this motherfucker just stepped to us that way, that he thinks this is a good idea. we cannot believe that this works on anyone, ever.
but it does! it has to. if it didnt work, he’d switch it up. somewhere, somebody out there is giggling and taking out her eyeliner to write her number on his palm or some Zane-esque shit like that.
i feel like this is sort of the same thing. im sittin on my couch and im just bombarded with black people doin spoken word tryna sell me some shit and i just get so angry. like yo! why is this the way you feel like you need to communicate with me, mcdonald’s? is Rhyme the secret native language of African America? subway, what is your excuse? are you tryin to make up for the lack of hot sauce and collard greens in ur new tuscan chicken melt by wrapping it in really bad poetry? i will grant you this though.. the last dude? the one that goes ‘whaaaaaat?‘ he’s type funny. i will approve of him. but nothing else!
but really though, it has to be working. its been goin on for far too long. i think maybe it’s the safe bet on how to reach out to black people. poetry is corny, pretentious and masturbatory classy. big natural hair is like a two-for-one affirmative action special the international symbol for self-love and acceptance, superficially/stereotypically. SOMEbody is sittin at home when this shit comes on, headwrapped in a cloud of nag champa, makin plans to get a mccafe to give as an offering to please the god Shango. i just know it. who is it? who amongst you is it?? STAND AND BE RIDICULED!
i know these aint new but i been meanin to publicly shake my head at them for awhile.
hate that damn guy. not dwele, the dude in the beginning. ask me, this is way cooler.
like okay. we all know that sex sells. but between the family friendly hours of 8 am and 11 pm, didnt it used to be at least a LITTLE modest??
they’re showin these freak ass commercials all hours of the day and i mean, omg. they’re brazen! like this quiznos shit. ‘put it in me, scott?’ WAT!
and red bull! red bull commercials have always had a little kinky edge to them but this time, the implication of cartoon penis is a bit too much for me to bear.
america, this is why all your teenagers are pregnant or at least pregnant looking, sittin in front of the tv gettin endoctrinated at all hours. what would tyler perry say?!
are your insecurities tingling right now? if so, it’s probably because you’re sitting right now in a lily white office or classroom or whatever your choice of employment, just waiting for someone to break out some kente cloth, collard greens, or a tape of dr. king’s ‘i have a dream’ speech in honor of black history month. or maybe you’re just afraid that you look fat in your jeans, i don’t know your life.
at any rate, it is now officially black history month and i am EXCTIED. if you’ve been with me for at least a year, you may remember my Great Big Gotdamn Black History Month Extravaganza with such features as ‘black music nobody remembers but me,’ ‘black history month spotlight,’ and a sundry collection of little known black history facts that i combed the recesses of the seedy information undeground for on behalf of the folks @ postbourgie. well my friends, i am pleased to inform you that you can expect another heaping helping of inappropriate information this year. cause i mean somebody gotta teach the babies the truth, right? if not me, then who?
so we’re gonna start off with this little jewel. i didnt watch the superbowl on account of im allergic to sports that move as slowly as football does, but i usually watch for the commercials. i didnt even do that this year. but, my mama was tellin me about the funny e-trade baby commercials and, remembering the genius of the clown commercial, i just had to run to the interwebs to check it out. i found the new commercials, and i also found this little real of outtakes from the shoot.
yeah, they’re cute. and funny. but there is a morsel of golden information here that i’m sure no one picked up on but me. firstly, how bout a round of applause for the first black e-trade baby, huh? james meredith is doin the shoulder lean in heaven in celebration as we speak (we not gon talk about how the first black etrade baby is SINGING though. black folk always gotta be singin in some shit, dont we?). secondly, pay attention to the 0:53 minute mark.
the burning question has been answered. nature vs. nurture: black people have a naturally occurring, genetic predisposition for big asses, developing early in life. totally natural.
thank you e-trade.
tune in for more of my Great Big Gotdamned Black History Month Extravaganza! it’s gonna knock ur weave off. it’s gonna be AWESOME.
ive been meaning to write about this for a long while
THIS shit makes me want to vomit up my entire life and hopes for the future.
i trust i dont have to say why this is the nastiest most disgusting tripe i have seen in many a year.
**UPDATE: it has been brought to my attn that the vid above dont work no mo. i cant see youtube at work (and barely at home, for that matter)… can someone tell me if either of these links involves a man sittin next to a water cooler chewin some mentos?