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Posted by on Nov 1, 2011 in Business, Economy, Education, Passages, Politics, Science & Technology | 5 comments

Not Sure What the Herman Cain Cigarette Smoking Campaign Commercial Was Saying, But Think it was Death, Death, Death

Driving through Tennessee in the outback, and there is plenty outback to Tennessee, one sees tiny shotgun shacks with tiny side yards planted in tobacco. Driveways ripped out, if ever existing, all aerable land, no matter how small, planted with sentinels of tobacco, yellow, green, brown, depending on time of year.

One sees too that tobacco more or less takes care of itself til ready to harvest, so the poor can work at other things. I’ve often thought of the old aproned grannies and grandpaps whose lives were diminished further by tobacco corps going somewhat smaller for a time, less production, prices already rock bottom, went to bedrock.

I see the tv campaign ad by Herman Cain with his consigliari a la Studs Longigan with a ciggie pasted in his mug at the end of the commercial, and I wonder about all the history of tobacco, how it is held sacred by many across the world in small amounts, how kinnikinik is often smoked rather than tobacco, how tobacco was traded long ago, how it contains several chemicals that when heated, produce mild tranquilizing effects, and how old Mr. Carona in his last days laid in his Stratolounger in his old raggedy red plaid robe, coughing his guts out. And how the month before elderly Mrs. Carona had literally run after me on the sidewalk calling out to me, Help help, and when I turned, she with tears running down her face said Marty, her husband had the Big C and they just got the news. And Marty smoked two plus packs a day all the way through to his dying day. And they buried Mr. Carona and we were all there.

And the ciggie companies sent a seductive woman with a thigh high dress who was doing a bad Lauren Bacall imitation to the Senate tobacco hearings and how she swore up and down in her fake dulcet voice that ciggies hurt no one, ever, not once.

And all this, the Roger Rabbit version of Bacall, the elderly Caronas who were some of the most dear people on the face of the earth, he a moustachiod grand man, she a slip of a woman, together lost their son from meningitis suddenlike, they who together were beloved of the neighborhood for trading their plantings and cuttings and vegetables and fruits like the old fashioned Italians they were, who knew the dirt…

but they did not know tobacco, could not get loose of its chemical til too late, and even then.

And all this ghost movie flowed above the tv commercial of Herman Cain’s consigliari lighting up and sucking. And I thought of the thousands and thousands of Mr. Caronas, the thousands and thousands of Mrs. Caronas losing their lifelong mates, the grandchildren, the sons and daughter, the guys at the garage, the guys at the local dive, the guys who … were once ours, and we belonged to them too.

And then I thought of how the tobacco companies export without warnings on the packs to so many foreign countries, targeting children, as they once did here in the US, as the ones they wanted for ciggie smoking for life. Death given sip by sip for months and years on end.

And then I saw Herman Cain’s right hand man lighting up, on purpose, meant to be seen doing so on camera. I thought re he and Herman, that their bald ciggie promotion will be remembered far more than whatever was said on the tv to tout Cain. The message of the commercial was not in words, but in the visuals.

And meanwhile, those who couldnt get loose from the nicotine demon, will be remembered even more deeply, as stalwart souls who got caught very young in a scheme that brought death for the many and continues to bring fabulous wealth for the very very few.

I’ve been wondering too about the ‘death’ idea Cain put forward about electrified fences “this will kill you,” and his sucking hot burning tobaccy friend whose skin already looks gray and oxygen starved from smoking, perhaps. I wonder what/why the death’s head symbology surrounds Cain’s way of seeing the preciousness of Life.

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  • JSpencer

    I came of age in the 60’s and 70’s and was as immersed in counter culture of the time as anyone, which means I was no stranger to a variety of body and/or mind altering substances. The only one I ever felt was truly addictive in the classic sense of the word was tobacco. Anything else I could take or leave. Oh sure, there are other drugs more powerful and more sensational, but there are few as nefarious and few so easily available. Last time I quit I gave it up for 10 years, but I had a fall from grace this past summer and am struggling to keep it at arms length. Anyone who doubts the potential power of nicotine is naive. Cain gave us a window into his powers of judgement by allowing that ad to go forth, and it wasn’t a flattering view.

  • Allen

    Well he is anti-abortion. Pro-Life as it were. Though his entire party is stalwartly and unrepentantly against Social Security entitlement for the elderly.

    Life for the unknowing, innocent, programmable new labor harvest?

    Death for the spent, slow, inefficient old labor liabilities?

  • dduck

    He lost my “root for the underdog” support with that commercial. Now, to me, he is just another Palin like person, selling books. Sorry.

  • ordinarysparrow

    This is a good read dr.e….i must agree with dduck, Cain is an animated caricature of politics…

    The final act… Up In Smoke…or maybe that is Down In Smoke?

  • sentry

    The way this is going, the GOP-critics’ joke soon might indeed be,

    P a l i n – C a i n 2 0 1 2

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