I am in Key West the southernmost point of the United States. This is a nice hotel, unlike the last two establishments. The first one was close to the beach but it was an antique and not in a good way. The microwave belonged in a museum. I’d completely forgotten that they used to come with wind-up timers. I’ve been watching cable TV. I’m convinced it’s not about the shows, it’s all about the ads. These commercials are not so much about selling products, so much as brainwashing vehicles to drive people crazy. None of them make sense.
“In the US, where Black people comprise roughly 13% of the population, various analyses suggest they appear in 20% to 50% of mainstream TV commercials, with some Super Bowl ad breakdowns showing representation near 40%.”
The pharma commercials are the worst. They try and sell you anti-depressants, but the side effects include suicidal thoughts. If you watch this long enough, you’ll eventually lose contact with reality. Everything is like this. It’s one big globo homo diversity fantasy land where things aren’t real. The individuals in the commercials would never be found in these situations, everyone knows it. Yes, your dear, sweet old Caucasian grandma lives in a ghetto, of course she does.
The second place I stayed at was charming, but the owner has in his infinite wisdom has decided to install all the outdoor lights with blue bulbs which you don’t see until the sun goes down. After dark, when you’re trying to get some sleep, there’s a fucking blue light coming through the window. There are no blinds to block it out, just a venetian blind which does fuck all.
Blue light is not conducive to good sleep. Someone should tell these people, but then this is Florida. It’s the tip of the Idiocracy spear.
Still got the rest of the week here. Tomorrow is another day.
Good Day.
Bertie Higgins? – Neva hoid of him