Disjointed thoughts, advertising and "The COR" as part of the dumbest advertising, Budweiser, and a recent STRIB item.

A test of age and how the hucksters might have gotten into you head; your recollections; this link. Younger readers, (if any), this might give you ammo for when parents are disrespectful of things you take seriously, you can ask them about the Maidenform Bra ad.

This link.

Okay. Transition. Advertising, still.

Swill beer, sold not on its quality, but on jingles and thin views of who their consumer targets are; what else, BUDWEISER, this link -- this screenshot, and read it and weep if you drink the stuff:

Transition. Courtroom drama, sort of but not really. Don't expect Witness for the Prosecution or To Kill a Mocking Bird, nor the Scopes trial. Instead, the sometimes quaint details of jury selection; STRIB carrying reporting from Missoula, MT, a very nice college town in the mountains (with nice shops and restaurants) - this excerpt:

The problem began during jury selection this month in Missoula, when a potential juror said she would have a "real problem" convicting someone for selling such a small amount. But she would follow the law if she had to, she said.

A woman behind her was adamant. "I can't do it," she said, prompting Judge Robert Deschamps to excuse her. Another juror raised a hand, the judge recalled, "and said, 'I was convicted of marijuana possession a few years ago, and it ruined my life.'" Excused.

"Then one of the people in the jury box said, 'Tell me, how much marijuana are we talking about? ... If it was a pound or a truckload or something like that, OK, but I'm not going to convict someone of a sale with two or three buds,'" the judge said. "And at that point, four or five additional jurors spontaneously raised their hands and said, 'Me, too.'"

By that time, Deschamps knew he had a jury problem.

Do you suppose the Missoula prosecutor might have had a similar revelation? Perhaps? They sometimes can be bulldogs, attaching and not letting go, but the best ones stay attuned and have high conviction rates when they cannot swing a plea bargain or when they choose not to bargain (if it's high profile and near election time, mortgage broker fraud, Petters or some such).

Do you think Denny Hecker had a pleasant Christmas? Anyway --

If you find yourself in Missoula, Grab Some Buds. Or whatever. But remember Slick Willie and don't inhale.

Transition.

The COR. Dumb as the dumbest on the list linked to at the start of the post. Darren's version of the Maidenform Bra dreams. A salute to it, via this repeat Crabgrass image of Darren teaching all nuanced things to a klatch of seven, each a gentleman-scholar:

Finally, enlarge that Slick Willie close-up to where it's full screen and then some on your monitor, and be scared out of your socks by the mood of it - but then understand, advertising can be effective in securing its ends and results. Call it "NAFTA face;" because advertising is advertising.

(Please leave a blog comment if the face image, enlarged, gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling. I would like to know if that effect takes hold.)


I almost forgot.

Advertising can be more crass than you'd ever, ever have imagined:

If that image ever showed up as evidence in a Missoula courtroom, would the terminology be "hucksteror" and "hucksterees?" I'd view that as proper, in Missoula, where they know a hucksteror when they see one.

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