I’ve been meaning to do non-Port City Sun posts on here, here’s the first of hopefully many. I’ll have a Sun update up soon. Sorry for the delay, it’s been a rough month.
The other day I was at a friend’s house and a familiar commercial came on the screen. It was that incredibly depressing SPCA ad featuring Sarah McLachlan’s “In the Arms of an Angel”. In my pre-DVR days, I couldn’t change the channel fast enough when this commercial came on. I never really minded that song back in middle school when it was popular, but now that it’s synonymous with that awful commercial it’s the equivalent of ear rape. Naturally I let out a string of profanities as my friend frantically tried to change the channel to anything. No really, any other programming was preferable, even Millionaire Matchmaker (shudder).
After the blinding rage subsided, my first though was “Wait? Isn’t that commercial like 5 years old now? Why are they still showing it?” I have nothing against the SPCA, well, I had nothing against the SPCA until they decided that one commercial featuring a mediocre singer from the late 90s would suffice for the next 20 years. Now that commercial dissuades me from donating any of my hard-earned dollars to what is actually a very worthy cause. One commercial has made me hate that organization so much that if I happen to see it multiple times in one day (which is a common occurrence given the economy’s effect on ad revenue), I briefly consider throwing a burlap sack of kittens into the Delta in protest. I try and give them (them meaning the SPCA, not the kittens. Who I’d never actually harm, I’m just being a dick) the benefit of the doubt by assuming that they stick with that commercial because they can’t afford to shoot a new one since all donations actually go towards saving animals, but it’s getting to the point where I’d actually pay a princely sum to have that commercial, song, and McLachlan herself banned from TV for all eternity. That’s when the lightbulb went off.
Let’s cut a deal SPCA. I’m asking you to name your price. I don’t care how much it is, but let’s make a deal. I’m willing to bet there are millions of other couch potatoes out there willing to cough up some dough for you to never eeeeeever play that 2-minute guilt trip again. You wouldn’t even have to shoot a new commercial right away. Just come up with a number, say $5 billion, and superimpose it over the existing commercial. Give us a number to let it know when it will stop. I guarantee you reach that number by the end of 2011. Think of all the puppies you could save with $5 billion. That’s a crapload of milkbones.
All we ask in return is that after we hit that goal, you can never show that ad again in any form ever. Not during The Price is Right, not on Animal Planet, not even at 3 am inbetween reruns of Reno 911!. Never. In addition to that, Sarah McLachlan must take a 5-year hiatus from the public eye (which shouldn’t be too hard considering we only see her in those ads), and can never appear in a commercial for anything ever again. On top of that, “In the Arms of an Angel” is banned from the airwaves for at least 10 years. We might let McLachlan sing it at Lillth Fair or something. Might. We’ll talk about that one.
Regardless, the madness needs to end. I hate having a good day derailed by that depressing commercial. I hate having depressing days made even worse by that commercial. I hate that whenever the family dog gets a sad look on its face, instead of giving her some attention I go into a blind rage because that awful song pops up in my head. Which is incredibly sad because I love that dog. This needs to end and it needs to end soon. The ball is in your court SPCA. Think of all the animals you could save. Sleep on it for a bit. Just name your price.