There aren’t many things that I loathe – but I loathe political TV ads. These last few weeks, if I turn on the TV to watch a baseball or football game, my eyeballs are buried in political ads. I forgot how they grate on my senses like fingernails across a chalkboard. Maybe more like the pain of a kidney stone. Your mind and body just want to wipe the pain from memory. I curse myself if I don’t have the controller close so I can mute the TV.
They are the bane of decency. The only people who like them are the people who get paid billions to put them on TV.
Game 3 of the World Series is tonight, and it will undoubtedly feature ads from local politicians and the national race for the White House. A Harris ad features mostly Donald Trump because that is all she has. And the lies. Mostly the lies. The voice-over is a deep baritone, who tells the…
