1. No one is taking their Lexus off-road into the snow, because no one is risking getting it dented, scratched or subject to being towed after it gets stuck in a drift. These cars are purchased to look good in the driveway in front of your Suburban McMansion, period.
2. No one is letting a pack of dogs into the back of their Lexus. God knows what those paws have on them- but whatever it is, it isn't contaminating the seats and floor mats of that ridiculous car. Give us a break, Lexus.
The current average monthly payment for a new car purchase in the United States is $780. The average contract term for a new car purchase is 72 months. Six years.
The average cost of this ridiculous truck that absolutely nobody needs in their life is $71,000. That's the cash price, without financing. With financing, the cost of this LookAtMeMobile could easily push past $100,000 over the span of seven years. For a truck that, again, absolutely nobody needs. A truck that won't be worth one-fifth what you'd pay for it by the time you are done paying for it.
Read the room, Ford. It's 2024 and a lot of us are hurting. There are people out there who might want this truck, but if only people who need it buy it you can't make it profitable to build it- so you have to try to sell it to people who want it but can't afford it. So you keep making ads like this and stretching out the payment windows to make it look affordable. While it simply isn't affordable, even with contracts of six years. Or more.
Of course, people are free to make all the stupid decisions they want with their money. I just don't want to see them showing up on YouTube complaining about Inflation and the Cost of Living as they bleat into their iPhones while sitting in the front seat of that truck they wanted but didn't need and can't afford. Spare me that, at least.
I guess "shop like a billionaire" is supposed to mean "shop like the price doesn't matter." Which, yeah, I guess makes sense if you think that you can buy a dress of any quality for less than the thrift store is charging, or if you think that you can fill your one-bedroom apartment with decent furniture for the cost of one bag of groceries. Just look at the AI-generated image, decide it looks good, and hit the BUY button. In a few weeks it will show up fresh from a Chinese slave mill and won't look one bit like the thing you thought you were buying, but it was so cheap it's not worth returning and hell maybe it will be ok for one wear or a few months of use before it lands in the trash can (not the thrift store, because it doesn't qualify for the thrift store.)
Here's how billionaires actually shop- they go to the store and check out the item (or send an employee to do it.) They buy quality stuff and get value for their dollar. Impulse-buying junk is not something billionaires do (William Randolph Hearst was a famous impulse buyer, but he wasn't a billionaire.) Impulse buying is not something that anyone with a lot of money does. It's kind of why they have money.
This is using an iPhone to do your Dollar Store shopping. Instead of being seen at the Dollar Store, you get to buy the same garbage from the other side of the planet from your phone, delivered discreetly to your doorstep. But it's still Dollar Store Junk sold at Dollar Store prices. Which means, it's actually quite expensive considering the quality received.
But considering the rapid closure of every large department store in the United States, it's also probably the future of shopping. So this is going to get worse before it gets better (it's never getting better.) Good luck to all of us.
In 2018, the United States Supreme Court in a 7-2 decision struck down the Professional and Amateur Sports Protection Act, opening the door to legalized gambling on all sports in pretty much every state just a few years later. Today, the word "ubiquitous" does not come close to describing the presence of ads which encourage the development and indulgence in a crippling addiction that destroys finances and families in the name of "entertainment."
The average American holds about $6300 in credit card debt. The average user of gambling apps holds about $15,000- more than twice as much. Is that the cost of "fun?"
Do the people who watch these commercials think that Kevin Hart, David Ortiz, Jamie Foxx, LeBron James, and all of the other celebrities who line their already bursting wallets with blood money actually use any of these horrible, destructive junk? Where do they think the money to pay them- and to create these ads comes from?
And why do the networks adore online gambling apps? Well, for one thing, DraftKings, FanDuel, BetMGM, Caesars etc. pump all kinds of wonderful, wonderful money into the pockets of ABC, NBC, CBS, Amazon, Hulu etc. not only by sponsoring ads, but also entire blocs of programming- pregame shows, halftime shows, postgame shows, etc. Perhaps of even more value is the fact that getting viewers to bet on individual stats keeps those who do glued to their sets even during boring blowouts. Which means more ad revenue for Dr. Pepper and Budweiser and pharmaceuticals and the tiny handful of non-gambling-related commercials still purchasing time during sporting events.
If I believed in hell, I'd at least find some comfort in thinking that at least these disgusting spokespeople for drug dealers are laughing their way there, but instead I have to believe they are laughing their way to only one place- the bank. The guillotines can't be dusted off fast enough.
The "five lucky children" thing was actually "one winner and four additional children who come along for the ride." Charlie Bucket was always going to win the contest, and the factory, because for whatever reason, he was picked out by Wonka to win from the very beginning.
Think about it:
Slugworth- who is revealed to be an agent of Wonka's- is right there on the scene almost the moment every "lucky" child finds a golden ticket. We don't see him whispering into the ear of the person who manufactured the fake ticket- because Wonka KNEW that ticket was fake without looking at it. How did Slugworth get to the children so quickly? He intercepts Charlie literally SECONDS after Charlie finds his ticket- HOW? Obviously, the location of each ticket was carefully tracked by the Wonka Corporation, probably through some Global Positioning System created by one of the smarter minions enslaved within that factory.
When Charlie goes back to the candy shop for a second candy bar, the proprietor picks out the chocolate bar for him- "Why not try a regular Wonka bar this time?" Why would he do this, unless he knew he was giving Charlie a bar with a golden ticket in it? He was probably irritated that Charlie didn't pick the right flavor the first time, and that Charlie only bought ONE candy bar despite "finding" a dollar right outside the shop. Obviously this guy was an agent of Wonka's.
At the factory, all of the kids break the rules, including Charlie. All of the kids pay a heavy price, except Charlie. Charlie and his father steal fizzy lifting drinks and only avoid being chopped to pieces by a ceiling fan by accidentally realizing that burping will allow them to return to the floor. All of the other kids are removed from the contest for violating the rules, but Charlie gets to skate- why? Wonka knows he and his grandfather stole fizzy lifting drinks- Wonka loudly admonishes them for it later- but because Charlie returns the Everlasting Gobstopper that He Also Stole, all is forgiven?
What are the odds that a kid who lives within a few blocks of the factory would find a golden ticket? Come on.
What are the odds that all of the other "winners" (pawns) would find ways to eliminate themselves from the tour? In real life, absolutely nothing strange would happen during a tour of a chocolate factory- left with five kids, how was Wonka going to eliminate the four not named Charlie Bucket? Probably through the use of that contract he had them sign without reading.
Mere weather won't stop an army of rich white people in ridiculously overpriced LookAtMeMobiles from reaching their destination for the annual Family Celebration of Conspicuous Consumption,* and if the host imagined it would as he sat in his equally ridiculous mansion, well, more fool him.
In the end, all his rich relatives and friends show up right on time to step out of their 100k cars while wearing only the latest fashions. Everyone is of course immaculately groomed and the guys especially look like they came right from the set of the Hallmark Christmas movie they were filming that afternoon. It's all so gross and entitled and out of touch but it almost wouldn't be the holidays without these awful, awful commercials, would it?
*Imagine being the Black Sheep of this family who actually doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks of their ride, showing up in a 2014 Honda Civic Hatchback with 150,000 miles on the odometer and rust spots on the wheel wells. Your relatives would probably let you use the garage so that passers-by can't see it. Double win as you get to leave early the next morning while everyone else sits inside waiting for their running engines to melt the snow off their big stupid toys so they can go back to their own mansions.
...and, to the surprise of absolutely no one, the comments are turned off. I can only imagine how badly this disgusting thirty seconds of Awful was flamed before THAT happened.
"He loves that baby..." coos one of the morbidly obese "adults" in that hospital room. I guess they can tell daddy loves the baby because he hasn't put his phone down to interact with it in any way, but instead is spending all of his time staring at a screen and talking about how he's "thinking about" bestowing gifts upon his extended family like he's a freaking Lord of the Manor or something. I mean, listen to the language he's using. Who talks like this?
"My pride and joy...." he muses, again as he continues to stare at his phone, which really does make me wonder what he's talking about. Wait, is "his baby" that phone, or the infant the woman in the bed is holding? I mean, I can see which is getting all of the attention here. And now I'm thinking that the guy with the phone just came to the hospital to show off his awesome new tech (a "joyful bundle of three"- just kill me now) because he knew that's where his wife and parents would be for some reason- oh right, that baby.
And his parents are delighted with the electronics, and think it's a perfectly appropriate time to be talking about an AT&T "bundle of three" because seriously how long can you stare at a newborn anyway? How much connectivity does THAT thing provide? Can you get an NFL streaming package on it?* I think not.
*Or order Uber Eats? I imagine it's been several minutes since these garbage bags with underused legs has consumed processed food.
