Rappin’ Ed McMahon: Gimme That Cash, Sucka!

Monday, September 29th, 2008 | SMASH Technology with No Comments »

Ed McMahon Rapper

Here’s the skinny on Ed McMahon, in case you didn’t know this: he is a professional sycophant. Always has been. Most famous as Johnny Carson’s sidekick for more than thirty years on the “Tonight” show up until 1992, McMahon has not had a whole lot of jobs since then that bring cash home. He has been the Publisher’s Clearing House host for some years; you know, that bogus sweepstakes mailer you get that promises millions when the prize van comes-a-knockin’ on your door. Ed will be there –well, at least until some financial troubles set in.

See, Ed is 85. He went to the press this past July asking the public for help essentially and give a face to the current home foreclosure meltdown that has been gripping this country this year. Ed McMahon, the familiar face who created the “Heeeere’s Johnny!” line and a host of other dopey expressions (“Heyo!”, “You are correct, sir!”) while sitting on his ass at NBC Studios in Burbank all those years, is still in the news. Now you might think that an octogenarian would be taking it easy, relaxing, lucky to be alive and praying that each day is pain free and that you’re limber. That’s what a typical 85-year-old would do. Some would reflect on a long life with grandkids, passing on some wisdom and leaving some kind of proud legacy, knowing that your life is ebbing and that, bless your heart, you’ll be gone soon. Such a life is not Ed McMahon. Read the rest of this entry »

When a Free Credit Report Isn’t Free (You’re Surprised?)

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 | SMASH Pop Culture, SMASH TV with 2 Comments

FreeCreditReport.com

Tell me you have not wanted to poke your eyes out every time you saw or heard the inescapable commercial or jingle from FreeCreditReport.com. You know which one. The one where this curly-haired slacker and his band, dressed as pirates, have taken to working at a poor man’s Red Lobster (if there is such a thing) seafood joint, “serving chowder and iced tea” to “tourists” in what is clearly a low-paying, dead-end job. Or the one where the same dude is bopping his head as he sings again –same melody, slightly different lyrics—this time in a beat-up old Geo Metro, pulling up the stoplight while a carful of babes in a new convertible next to him are laughing at him –and his Read the rest of this entry »