New-Liberal Ad Parody – ‘Negativity’
Here’s my parody of the latest round of negative Liberal ads.
I call this one ‘negativity’. There’s a slight error in it, see if you can catch it. I would have corrected it, but that would have meant re-doing a whole bunch of stuff, and I’m not motivated enough to do it.
I think the concept is just fine thought!
You can download it here (1.08 MB)
Special thanks to Dissonance and Disrespect for the idea… I hope it looks as good in video as it did on your blog.
Simply beautiful!
—BBSYou did not make that up? I heard we’re not allowed to make stuff up?
—MacWhat’s a date?
—BBSHere’s my idea for a Liberal ad.
o/`o/` Terminator music and scary drums o/` o/`
Right now in our cities…
Your city…
Steven Harper wants to send gun toting enforcers into the streets…
With guns… Toting… Your city…
All armed… With badges…
Some call them the police…
We call them KILL-BOTS…
We’re not making this up…
fade…
—JamesBrilliant! I can’t stop laughing!
—Stephen Taylor[...] Greg Staples over at Politcal Staples has posted a link to a video parody of the Liberal attack ads. It’s good stuff! Now, not only will the Liberals have to deal with the Conservative counter-attack ads, they will have to deal with the pending flood of parody ads which I’m sure will be created and circulated around the Internet. [...]
—Noodle Soup » Liberal Ad ParodiesGreat parody. It should be a real ad!
—michaelGood job.
—JimCan someone leak this parody to the CBC?
Fabulous!
—Shelleygreat add…. only missed out quoting “drive by smearings” from Martin’s own mouth… should have used the sound bites
—MrEdPaul Martin wants to protect the Charter
S.33 is part of the Charter.
Martin has said he would use S.33.
Martin has said he wants to abolish S.33
In our Parliament.
We are not making this up.
Good luck choosing your Canada…
—ScottSAPlease right wingers, keep your religious beliefs out of the political spectrum…Your religious rhetoric creates political dinosaurs, like Harper.
—Colin FisherColin, I have to ask you… would you tell a sihk that they shouldn’t be commenting on politics? How about a Hindu? Or a muslim? Or a Jew?
Why cannot I, a Christian, make a video that I find funny, about a politician’s ridiculously negative ad campaign, and post it on the internet for other people to enjoy and maybe have a laugh? What’s wrong with that?
As far as I know I’m the only one here who is a Christian, that’s ok. You’re not. That’s ok too. But, in the name of tolerance, certainly I should not be restricted from voicing my own political views because I am a christian, should I?
Please respond, I’m most interested in what you have to say Colin.
You may also note that there are separate categories for ‘politics’ and ‘religion’. You might also notice that there are no posts which fall into both categories. Heck, if you read the ‘religious’ posts you might even find that I don’t fit your categories of what a ‘Christian’ looks like. Stick around, read some of my stuff, you are welcome here.
—adminHow about a shot of a Canadian Soldier talking on the phone with the “soldiers in our cities” ad in the background…..dialoge…..”Hey Mom, guess what? They are going to buy us some guns!”
—Doug CurrieLet’s Broadcast your ad
—Bruce Wintermore at http://communicationstrategies.blogspot.com/2006/01/spin-is-dead.html
That ad spoof was so cool
Here is a electionjoke I recieved today…Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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While vacationing on a ranch, Paul Martin gets thrown from his horse, lands on a rattlesnake, gets bitten and dies because theemergency room at the nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in time.
So his soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
“Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you
settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Liberal around these parts, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in; I’m a believer.” says Martin.
“I’d like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man Himself.
He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you’ll live for eternity.”
“But, I’ve already made up my mind, I want to be in Heaven,” replied Martin”.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.” And with that,
St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect 72 degrees. In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse.
Standing in front of it is his Dad, and thousands of other Liberals who had helped him out over the years—Pierre Trudeau, Jean Marchand, Pelletier, St Laurent etc. The whole of the “center Left” was there, everyone laughing, happy, and casually but expensively dressed. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of ’suckers and peasants.’ They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.
The Devil himself comes up to Martin with a frosty
drink, “Have a Margarita and relax, Paul!”
“Uh, I can’t drink anymore, I took a pledge,” says
Martin, dejectedly.
“This is Hell, son. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry, and it just gets better from there!”Martin takes the drink and finds himself liking
the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly guy who tells funny jokes like himself, and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like they pulled on the GST and Free Trade promises.
They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it,
it’s time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Martin steps on the elevator and heads upward.
When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and St. Peter is waiting for him. “Now it’s time to visit Heaven,”the old man says, opening the gate.
So for 24 hours Martin is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other’s company, talk about things other than money, and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or frat boy joke among them; no fancy country clubs and, while the food tastes great,
it’s not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor, he doesn’t see anybody he knows, and he isn’t even treated like someone special!
“Whoa,” he says uncomfortably to himself. “Pierre Trudeau never prepared me for this!”
The day done, St. Peter returns and says, “Well, you’ve spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for eternity.”
With the ‘Jeopardy’ theme playing softly in the background, Martin reflects for a minute, then answers: “Well, I wuld never have thought I’d say this — I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all — but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.
The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial waste, kind of like Sudbury .
He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags.
They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.
The Devil comes over to Martin and puts an arm around his shoulder.
“I don’t understand,” stammers a shocked Martin,
“Yesterday I was here ad there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate
lobster and caviar, drank booze. We lazed around and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!”.
The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and purrs,
“Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!”
—LizCheck out http://subliminalparty.com/ for some really well-done spoofs. They’re so funny!
—Ken Clarke