I thought my last post would also be my last word on BP’s benighted ad campaign, because it’s hard to have an original take on something that every last man, woman and child on earth think is stupid.
So instead, to take my mind off all the unpleasantness, I YouTubed up an instructional video on fly tying. I’d be walled off from all the noise, in my own fly fishing geekdom, and I’d be safe.
And then I saw this:
Never mind how frikkin’ ridiculous this is. If I wanted to watch BP CEO Tony Hayward lying through his teeth, I don’t need to go on BP’s YouTube site. I can watch the same clip, with better commentary, on Jon Stewart.
No, my question is: How did they find me? And why? It’s like one their tar balls washing up in an Indiana cornfield instead of a Gulf Coast beach. Does BP have so much money to throw at this ad campaign that they can afford to target the most obscure reaches of the internet? Is this ad also appearing on sex dungeon sites? Or Elvis impersonator sites?
BP: go aggregate Liz Cheney’s eyeballs. Leave mine alone!
Belly of the Beast 