FOR MEN, WOMEN AND ZOMBIES
Have you ever seen those cheap colas at the store? You know, “Mt. Dude” or “Dr. Pebbers”, something like that? That kind of pathetic attempt to jump on the bandwagon of success pisses me off. I’ve had a sip of Mountain Dude before (insert gay joke) and it was fairly good. It wasn’t EXTREME good and actually tasted very similar to Mountain Dew, but at the same time I couldn’t forgive myself for contributing to the whole practice of stealing success from others – this isn’t limited to just soda either. That is why I’ve come up with this list of copycat products that were terrible and somehow fairly successful at the same time – which in turn supports the world’s current habit of sponging off others instead of working for yourself. Thanks for contributing to Socialism you motherfuckers:
#4 THE SUPER-HERO
If you didn’t want to be a super-hero when you were a kid, you were probably a recluse - born from deep-sea marine life and manifested to glory through years of trench-water pressure only to emerge from the sea as a legend and savior that brought communities together through their common disbelief in your very existence.
..in which case I guess you would actually be a Super-hero.
Regardless, every child (borne of squids or not) wanted to be a Super-hero. That was my main goal in life when I was eight years old. I would safety-pin a towel (preferably red) to my back and run around the neighborhood making “whshhhh” sounds. I’d then pretend to land, slap my brother in the face, then take-off again. If I wasn’t Superman, I’d color myself green (thanks crayola!) and run around as the Hulk – picking up empty boxes that were substitute buildings and smash the piss out of them. Those were the days. Now, it’s come to this:
See that mask? It’s supposed to be Rorschach from The Watchmen . In case you haven’t seen The Watchmen, Rorschach’s mask is supposed to be a changing blotch of ink that moves as he breathes…he also doesn’t have eye holes in a mask that looks like a squid jizm’d on his face…he looks like this:
…You see what I’m getting at here? Being a kid, part of the fun of making up costumes for superheros was to see if you could come up with a better way to look like Superman or Batman without aid from companies or store-bought items. The red towel I used for superman was ten times better than the yellow one my neighbor used, so I got to be Superman and he was either the Boy Wonder or that lump of worthless shit, Spaceghost - who’s superpower was apparently the ability to interview bugs. Once corporations get into costume building, they have to make a valiant effort to give you a decent likeness for your money and that mask of Rorschach is horrid…I mean, give an effort with all your expensive machines and creative engineers, otherwise we’ll just go back to making masks ourselves.
Intergalactic machines came from outer space with the goal to locate the allspark to keep Cybertron and their existence in tact. This was the goal of the Autobots, to protect the allspark from Megatron (not Calvin Johnson) and the Decepticons.
The Autobots would use the allspark for energy and they had the power to transform from gigantic robots to vehicles or working machines to travel quickly or fit-in to a normal society (depending on if you watched the cartoon or movie)…great plot huh? I think so as well…anyway, the Autobots were led by this guy:
That’s Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. He turned into a Tractor-Trailer so he could rule the roads as he ruled the Transformer world. Note the genius of his design; The windows in place of awesome pecs, the radiator/grill sufficing as ripped abs and a bumper serving as his solid core that complimented an all around solid physique. Optimus Prime was badass and when transformer toys came out on the market (produced by Hasbro), the people at Tonka got pissed and wanted to make money as well so they came out with Gobots - other transforming robots that turned into vehicles. The difference? Well, here is their “Guardian” (that’s transformer talk for Autobot) leader:
I wasn’t shitting you before, this is their leader and his name is “Leader1″. That’s about as creative as those girls that name their cats something like “Boots” or “Socks”. Lets take a look at the genius of Leader1′s…..you know what? That’s a stupid name and I hate typing it, heretofore Leader1 shall be known as “Gary”. Let’s take a look at the genius behind Gary’s design:
First of all, he’s wearing glasses. He’s also got something of a neck-brace going on because his weakened condition won’t permit him to support his own head. His shoulders are rounded and soft looking and his hands look molded into a permanent fist that I can only imagine would be used to jack-off Transformers only to catch their load on that smiling face of his. And why the fuck is he smiling anyway?! This is war, Gary!
#2 THE NFL
It’s no secret that as years go by, players in the NFL make more money and it gets less “violent”…that in turn leads fans to call the players pussies and crybabies. To quote the great Jim Brown, “I don’t understand why a running back would run out-of-bounds.” Amen, Big Jim, amen.
Well, in 2000, that’s exactly what Vince McMahon (yes, of WWE fame) thought as well. He had an idea that – in his mind – would eliminate the “pussy” part of professional football, and this was the cure:
Yes, the “Xtreme Football League”. Now, in theory this was a good idea - pay the players more than they’d make out of college, and eliminate some of the rules that players sometimes take advantage of that make the NFL “pussified” – things such as a d-back calling for a flag when he was obviously burned by a good receiver or “no contact after 5 yards” on the wideouts. Oh, and of course there was that whole calling for a fair catch so as not to get obliterated rule – screw that safety crap.
Here are some rules that Vince put into the XFL:
Call me silly, but I liked those rules. But you also have to call me sane because Vince came from the WWE. That means that he’s big into putting on a show, so he got kind of cartoonish and ridiculous with it as seen by these rules:
This could have been good…a rougher, more “raw” form of football. Instead, Vince decided to get showy with it and from what I hear from various ex-wrestlers, wanted “complete control”. So instead, we get a cartoonish variation of football with shady feelings toward competition. I was excited for the XFL and after watching the first game I had the same feeling in the pit of my stomach as Scut Farkus did when Ralphie went all Ralphie on him.
I know what you’re thinking – beer is like sex, it doesn’t matter how bad it is as long as you have some. That’s partly true because this does exist:
In case you missed it, that’s beer. If you haven’t seen that particular version and you’re over 36, you probably remember the same thing only in a yellow can. As generic as it is, I have to admit that whoever made and canned this stuff in their basement full of cat-shit got kind of wild with it at one point and made this:
Here’s the thing about beer – depending on the day, it rivals titties as the thing I most want my face stuck to. Just by looking at that can I can tell that the stuff inside is disgusting. The difference between ugly titties stuck to my face and a bad beer stuck to my mouth is that when I turn the lights off the tits taste the same and are more attractive and the beer still tastes like something I wouldn’t wash my balls in with a doctor’s prescription.
There’s a certain buoyancy in rip-off products that I’m willing to accept and this isn’t it. My beer is as important to me as my unwillingness to accept that I somehow don’t have tits on or around my face this very second. I will however, admit that crappy beer and “near-beer” have some pretty funny facets. Take this commercial for Rainier Beer:
THANKS/CREDITS: to Chris Black, Cody Forbes, Tony Butler, some dude on e-bay and superficialgallery.com