Harrah's Cares

I fucking hate that commercial dude. You know the one; they run it during the world series of poker. The shit with the Harrah’s CEO Gary Loveman telling us he cares about people with gambling problems. That lying fucking scumbag. He looks into the camera with Bill Clinton like determination and says “sometimes the person telling you not to gamble is not who you’d expect”. He further elaborates, “In fact there are many times you shouldn’t gamble. Like if you are under 21, or you have had too much to drink. You shouldn’t gamble if you’re lonely, or depressed, and if your having trouble setting or keeping a limit you might want to call this number.”

Where the fuck does this guy get off? Listen up Loveman, you fucking trump wannabe, why don’t you mind your fucking bidness? What percent of your patronage is made up of drunks, lonely people and depressed people? You think you hit your numbers last quarter based on the sober responsible types hitting your felt? You got some kind a balls to come out here and tell me I’m supposed to call a number. And what’s with the piano music, I’m not watching lifetime over here. I tuned in to watch some big time gamblers play a game of chance on television, and I have to watch this tub of horseshit lie to my face? Gary Glitter is more genuine than Gary Loveman.

Back in the days when Jack Binion still held serve; the commercials were tailored to inspire the audience. Win money, buy a flashy new car. Drink beer. Come gamble at my casino. Fuck a hooker or two. Simpler messages for a simpler time. Now that corporate America has taken over the World Series, we have to watch Fairy Lovesmen tell us not to gamble. I’ve said it before, but I can’t stress it enough, shut the fuck up Gary.

Harrah's Cares

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