Monday Massacres: Pol-It-tickle

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As a brand, we are aggressive about politics. And about bathing. In fact, if you think about it, bathing and politics are bedfellows. Bathefellows. Hehe, we just made a shower joke. A shjoke. Over to you Sleek, wash them away…

Yes, first I’d like to thank you Geisha people. Much love. Also, B2b, thanks for the awesome parre. Angie Kintu was there too (whisper: She did just one table dance. Just one). Heaven was in attendance. Rocking the place. But this is not about that awesome parre that you missed Baz. Baz the fox. This is a political post. Not for the faint of heat. hehe. heart.

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We have elections not so far off. Very close actually. Now as the aspirants prepare to sway us, and promise us the world (or just soap and sugar in some places), I have a few proposals for these men of valor who are leaving everything to go into servitude. Actually, one proposal:
CG
I know, cryptic. Now, the geek already figured that out and is already doing the macarena with his bed-post. For the uninitiated, CG is computer-generated.  Many of those ‘camera tricks’ we see on TV (and those of you who watch movies, series), yes, that’s CG.  All those ‘flying kicks’ and badass stuff we see on TV, all CG. No 27th, there’s no CG in Mexican soaps.

So, onwards onwards. Dear Presidential aspirants, dudes, we are tired of the status quo. Give us something to be excited about. Make the campaigns something we shall remember. Even if we do not brave the long queues to vote, please make these campaigns memorable. So, presenting some CG stuff you guys should try out:

Script one:
King Kong is on the loose. Unlike ALL his big, terrorizing-cities-and-breaking-everything-in-sight predecessors, King Kong is now a small-town being. No more raiding New York and the likes in an attempt to get media attention and have a movie made about him. No more having love affairs with young ladies. He is on the loose in Kampala with a mission: DESTRUCTION! He is tearing everything in sight, kicking taxis out of the way, shoving bodas into gutters, turning over market stalls…people are screaming everywhere, running for cover, praying, pissing on themselves. MAYHEM!!
He runs and knocks down a building under construction…fear everywhere.
As the dust from the building he’s just knocked down settles, he finds himself eye-to-eye with a lone figure. WTH? He moves towards the man, for the lone figure is a man. A man in a suit. And with a pimp stick in one hand. Kong knows its a pimp stick because he grew up in the ghetto. Yes, he moves towrds the pimp-stick holding man. Who does he think he is? I’ll show him…moving faster now. Faster. Still faster. Man unmoved. Nearing him. Nearing. As he stretches out to knock the daylights out of the wimp, King Kong trips. And falls. Damn potholes.

The man moves fast. Using his pimpstick, he whips Kong into submission.
Whip! Whip! Kong wriggles in pain. Whip! And he promises not to be bad again.
(picture fades out a bit, then camera zooms in on The (pimp-stick-holding)Man. Deep guttural voice in the background…”Who’s your daddy? Go vote today. The man, your man. Vote him for president, and let’s subdue the big problems.”)