You may think that AdAge is really beginning to piss me off… Well, you’d be right. Jonah Bloom’s latest piece of crud is a boot licking column on the wonders of CP+B… Yeah, them, again, and how in his opinion people are not giving them the respect they deserve. He actually has the balls to say that when people find fault with the Redenbacher Zombie, or the Haggar dog-shit-in-hand abomination, they are missing the point, ‘cos … “such visceral reactions underline the power of Crispin’s work and its value to certain types of marketers.” (Yeah, the fucking brain dead type!) Listen Jonah baby, do me a favor, go and rent a copy of “The Hucksters” and check out the scene where Sydney Greenstreet as “The Soap Baron” spits up a huge gob of phlegm on the boardroom table to show agency guy Clark Gable how you go about catching the consumers attention. It’s disgusting, just like holding a pile of dog shit, or having a crazed Nazi with a Nurse Diesel assistant shilling for VW. You don’t have to spit in someone’s face to get their attention. There are more civilized ways to do it. And don’t give me that shit about “Ads as events.” They’re fucking ADS… Get it. If I want an event, I’ll go to the Super Bowl, and not for the ads. This is what happens when you have people who’ve never worked a day in advertising, writing about advertising. Pathetic!
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Guess what Jonah's getting for Christmas?