I am not being even a little sarcastic when I say that my heart bled for that rabbit when I was a kid. I pestered my mother to allow me to eat an essentially all-Trix diet for weeks so that I could vote repeatedly to get him the Trix he so badly wanted. I seem to recall that my side won, which meant that he was allowed to eat a single, delicious spoonful of Trix before the cruel, racist "Trix is for kids" rule went back into effect.
If you think about it for a bit -- but not for too long -- this is actually a pretty good metaphor for democracy.
I remember a similar campaign happening in the late 80s or early 90s. I think the premise then was that the Trix rabbit won a race where the prize was a bowl of Trix. Once the judges realized he was the rabbit, they were split on whether he should get the cereal or not, so they held a referendum of the country's Trix-eating children. The rabbit won that time as well. Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't buy me sugar cereals, so I was disenfranchised.
Pens the comic strips Sally Forth and Medium Large. Writes for The Onion News Network. Serves as head writer for the PBS series SeeMore's Playhouse (for which his script won two regional Emmys). Was afraid of the color yellow until about age nine. Tans a little too well to be trusted by security.
A simple grilled cheese sandwich. Something that can be procured anywhere at any time. Nothing too exciting, right?
But what if I put a little butter on the bread before I grilled that sandwich? That would add a little extra zing, right? And what if instead of using plain old American cheese I opted for something a tad more exotic, like Camembert, Stilton or Roquefort? Now we're talking, right?
And what if instead of using bread for my grilled cheese sandwich I used two large blocks of pure platinum? And what if instead of eating the platinum I sold it and then used that small fortune as venture capital for a Beijing-based conglomerate that could take advantage of Chinese local business incentives, cheap labor, lax environmental laws and surging global interest in the fastest-growing economy in the world, thereby ensuring returns in the billions of dollars even in the face of a collapsing U.S. dollar and a massive industrial shift from the technical to service business sector? Wouldn't that be nice?
That's exactly what Francesco Explains It All is. In an endless buffet of indistinguishable tastes, it's the grilled platinum Stilton cheese sandwich that could forever destabilize geoeconomics. Care for a bite?
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I am not being even a little sarcastic when I say that my heart bled for that rabbit when I was a kid. I pestered my mother to allow me to eat an essentially all-Trix diet for weeks so that I could vote repeatedly to get him the Trix he so badly wanted. I seem to recall that my side won, which meant that he was allowed to eat a single, delicious spoonful of Trix before the cruel, racist "Trix is for kids" rule went back into effect.
If you think about it for a bit -- but not for too long -- this is actually a pretty good metaphor for democracy.
This was the first time I voted, and I voted for him to get Trix. I felt I had done my civic duty.
I found the commercial for it on YouTube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlToUeEYn24
I remember a similar campaign happening in the late 80s or early 90s. I think the premise then was that the Trix rabbit won a race where the prize was a bowl of Trix. Once the judges realized he was the rabbit, they were split on whether he should get the cereal or not, so they held a referendum of the country's Trix-eating children. The rabbit won that time as well. Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't buy me sugar cereals, so I was disenfranchised.
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