Sarah Palin, Karl Rove and Budweisser

We live in a world of lies.

Most painfully, some friends lie.

Parents and politicians, children and elders, lovers and enemies too often lie.

A fucking Attorney General, our premiere icon of truth and justice, lies like a Mario Puzo consigliere. On television.

I know I'm breaking no new ground here. The shock of realization has long since been downgraded to just one more seemingly harmless micro-layer of bitterness and cynicism shrink-wrapped around the hearts and minds of anyone old enough to hold their own head up in front of a tv.

Certain lies take on a quality of hypnotic surrealism, lies most everyone agrees to allow, even with with the common knowledge that it's the exact opposite of truth.

My favorite example of this is Budweiser beer. Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - in every country, every bar, every home knows it's quite possibly the worst beer in the world. Even people who aren't beer drinkers know this. And I refuse to give this swill the time or dignity to detail what an abomination it is. If you've tasted Bud, you know.

Yet, each year, the planet receives fresh infusions of the Bud Lie, sir (sorry).

I've seen Bud commercials in every foreign country I've visited and watched in horror as their nationals ordered it in the same bars that offer some of the finest brews known to man. I've been thoroughly entertained by suavey Superbowl comedies featuring sports stars, hipsters, charming shitkickers, DILF aging fratboys, cartoon animals AND that one little 2-second clip at the end: the slo-mo quasi-Jurassic Clydesdales pulling the beer wagon around the old Van Nuys theme park that closed in the 70s.



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quasi-Jurassic Clydesdales