Wednesday night, I spent an hour online with my new BFF, Oprah. Well, actually, she was connecting personally with me and the thousands of others listening in on the call that Weight Watchers orchestrated for members.
An endorsement is a form of ad, of course. And no endorsement in the history of political discourse has been as mind-blowing as the one that Sarah Palin offered up for Trump on Tuesday. Dazzlingly erratic, it seemed to throw off the entire time/space continuum.
I interviewed lots of people who offered behind-the-scenes stories about Cosby in advertising. Interestingly, two of these stories have to do with Cosby as a dad figure. They demonstrate his distressing bipolarity on the subject.
The king of free media has announced that his campaign will spend upwards of $2 million a week on TV ads, the first of which debuted earlier this week. I was shocked by this initial spot. For whatever reason, I didn't expect it to be so hate-filled and obviously demogogue-ish. Imagine if the ghosts of early Lee Atwater and Goebbels cobbled something together. Seems like someone's been brushing up on "Mein Kampf."