[ by Charles Cameron -- you can't even watch the Super Bowl without the Antichrist slipping deftly into your subconscious -- or can you? ]
Thank God I don’t watch the Super Bowl. If I did, and unless I’d been taking a break during the commercials to go on a scavenger hunt in the kitchen, I might have been exposed to this:
Horrific, no? And yet so smoothly and sweetly done!
As you might imagine, this cute commercial was “the Most Successful Commercial of the Super Bowl” according to TIME, and “racked up more than 37 million views”.
On the other hand, this video commentary has only managed 13,495 views as of the time my writing this post:
It seems the forces of
advertising Antichrist are beating out the voices of false prophecy about 2472 to 1.
Or perhaps not.
I have an alternative theory. Perhaps the Budweiser Clydesdale horses are just Clydesdales, the puppies just puppies — and for the record, it was “17 Clydesdale horses and eight golden Labrador puppies” I missed, thank God, fingers crossed, just in case — and the ad just an ad, the beer just a beer, with nary an Antichrist in sight.
Scholar that I am, I believe you might like further resources with which to deepen your understanding of this matter of commercial appeal or (fingers crossed) theological interpretation.
Our “co-prophet” skipped his usual introduction in this particular “cute puppy” video, but he posts extensively, and I was happy to find his commentary on the Vatican Doves, which I discussed recently [ here and here ]:
So that’s how our co-prophet sees himself — the “third eagle” of the Apocalypse.
And then there’s the ad itself, which I must finally admit I prefer to its alleged millennial meaning.
Two looks behind the scenes:
And that’s it, folks.
Sigmund Freud, or was it Groucho Marx, said it first: sometimes a Clydesdale is just a Clydesdale.
Hat-tip: blog-friend Bryan Alexander of the ever-ghastly Infocult.