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The Truth in (Anything But Political) Advertising Law
by Mad Dog


Face it, if you and I screwed up or lied that much at work we’d be out of a job so fast it would make our foreclosure notices spin.
With each election, presidential candidates become more like toilet paper—packaged, branded, promoted, and advertised with big boasts about how well they’ll clean things up without shredding or irritating. But there’s one big difference. If you run ads saying your detergent cleans better than the competitor, you have to prove it. If you say the herbs you grow in the back yard cure cancer, hemorrhoids, bad breath, and melamine poisoning, you have to prove it. If you claim your airline is always on time you have to wait until everyone stops laughing, then prove it. If you don’t prove these things you can be fined, thrown into jail, and forced to stop running the ads. So how come the same Truth in Advertising laws don’t apply to politicians?

   Good question. Politicians are like weather forecasters—they can say anything they like without worrying if it’s right, wrong, or is grounded in Bizarro World. Weather forecasters can be wrong 365 days a year and still keep their jobs. Politicians can make up wild accusations based on hearsay, semi-quasi-partial-almost-truths, and non sequiturs that came to them in a fever dream, and still get people to vote for them. And sometimes even become a world leader with a free house, private jet, more vacation time than the French, and once they retire, a library named after them that no one will visit because you can’t check out Harry Potter books. Face it, if you and I screwed up or lied that much at work we’d be out of a job so fast it would make our foreclosure notices spin.


If the people of the United States wanted a mime to be president we’d elect Blue Man Group and move the White House to Las Vegas where we could paint it and call it the House of Blues.
   Meanwhile, a candidate can say anything he or she wants with impunity thanks to the First Amendment as long as it’s not libelous, slanderous, or includes their actual political position. They can claim their opponent eats Ozzy Osborne’s leftover bat heads, sacrifices turbans under Ramadan’s full moon, and has right toes on his left foot, and there’s not a thing anyone can do once the ad runs other than create a counter ad that fights back by showing the past week’s chicken dinner menus on the fundraising circuit, receipts proving they’ve never stayed in a Ramadan Inn, and a photograph of the candidate’s left foot—or someone’s left foot, anyway—and hope no one’s ever heard of Photoshop. But like asking a jury to disregard the evidence they just heard, at that point it’s a little late. It’s like closing the barn door after the horse has stolen your vote.

   So why is it that politicians are exempt from the Truth in Advertising laws? It might be because they pass the laws and by nature aren’t prone to enacting legislation that will adversely affect them. You know, as in end their career in Congress and start a new one in the Leavenworth prep kitchen. It could also be that they know if they had to prove the truth of everything they said they’d have nothing to say, and if the people of the United States wanted a mime to be president we’d elect Blue Man Group and move the White House to Las Vegas where we could paint it and call it the House of Blues.


At least they should be required to put warning labels on their ads: “Contents may include stretches of the imagination, fanciful tales, and outright lies.” 
   It shouldn’t be this way. Politicians should be required to back up anything they say. And “because, that’s why” wouldn’t be an acceptable answer. Maybe we should follow the lead of Mike Sodrel and Eric Schansberg, who are running for a congressional seat in Indiana and agreed to be hooked up to lie detectors during a debate with the incumbent on October 21. It won’t happen, but that’s too bad. Wouldn’t it be fun to see the needles go wild every time John McCain uses the phrase “my friends” to people he doesn’t know and wouldn’t spend three minutes with if he weren’t running for office? Better yet, maybe we should hook them up Abu Ghraib style so if they answer a question falsely they get shocked. For all the years politicians have been using behavior modification techniques on the voters so we’d elect them it’s about time we had a chance to turn the tables.

   If we can’t do that, and they can’t tell the truth, then at least they should be required to put warning labels on their ads: “Contents may include stretches of the imagination, fanciful tales, and outright lies.” After all, cigarette manufacturers have been required to put warnings in their ads for years. Prescription drug ads in magazines have two pages of disclaimers and warnings for every page of actual ad, and their TV commercials contain 30 seconds of the scariest voiceover this side of Darth Vader for each image of flowers, butterflies, and rainbows that instantly make you think of shingles. Even car ads jam 40-seconds worth of legal disclaimers into the last three seconds of a radio commercial. Yet all we get with political ads is the line, “I’m [fill in candidate’s name] and I approved this ad,” which they take to be a vow of responsibility and we see as a confession that they know their nose should be longer than Pinocchio’s after he was caught putting lipstick on Porky Pig.

   Unfortunately it won’t happen, so we’ll still have to believe them when they say they’re telling the truth. Great. That and $1.75 will buy you a ride on the bus. Or Iceland. If you don’t have the $1.75, you can use its equivalent in stock. You know, like a few dozen shares of GM. And unfortunately, thanks to politicians, that’s the truth.

©2008 Mad Dog Productions, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
These columns appear in better newspapers across the country. Read them, but skip the political lies. Uh, ads.

 

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