Perhaps you remember or read about the days when Michael Jackson was a boon to Pepsi’s marketing. But then Jackson fell, nay, nose-dived from public favor. Pepsi couldn’t distance themselves from him fast enough.
But at least Jackson was a paid endorser. What do you do with an unsolicited endorsement that may cast aspersions?
The Moonlite Bunny Ranch, a legal brothel not far from Carson City, Nevada, has officially endorsed alleged presidential candidate Ron Paul. They’re even raising funds for him. Individual employees are donating tips. Quoth Hustler centerfold Cami Parker: “I really appreciate the fact that Ron Paul respects states’ rights and individual rights. It seems like he really understands our rights to do what we want.”
(Ironically, a significant number of Mormons living in Nevada find Paul’s rhetoric reminiscent of their late prophet-leader Ezra Taft Benson. I was going to add some wisecrack about the mainstream Mormon Church’s doctrine of polygamy, but never mind. It’s been done.)
In 1979, French adman Jacques Séguéla published his autobiography entitled, Ne dites pas à ma mère que je suis dans la publicité… elle me croit pianiste dans un bordel. (“Don’t tell my mom that I’m in advertising… she thinks I’m a pianist in a brothel.”) Per Séguéla, if any ad agencies want to endorse Paul, right now their efforts might nicely dovetail with those of the Moonlite Bunny Ranch.