About the new video from a group that calls itself the Future Children Project, which promotes its pro-Obama message in a song performed by a children’s choir: You people must be joking.
This agitprop is so bad I thought it was political satire. It didn’t seem possible that anyone would seriously expect American voters to be swayed by a song filled with lyrics that lament the unemployment of Big Bird, warn of dead polar bears and threaten a guilt trip for moms and dads if they don’t pull the lever for Barack Obama on Tuesday.
No, despite the fact that the lyricist, advertising executive Jeff Goodby, was a member of the Harvard Lampoon while a college student, the “Future Children” song — while worthy of a segment on the “Colbert Report” — is, in fact, meant to be a sober glimpse into the minds and hearts of the next generation.
Some context: Mr. Goodby along with his partner Rich Silverstein of San Francisco- and Detroit-based Goodby, Silverstein & Partners, were asked to contribute to a project called “90 Days, 90 Reasons,” in which artists, writers, “creatives” and hipsters offer justification and motivation to re-elect the president.
As you can imagine, reason No. 1 is that Mr. Obama is the first president to support gay marriage. Hipsters have their priorities.
Mr. Goodby and Mr. Silverstein, famous for “Got Milk?” and the Budweiser lizards, to name two of their most successful campaigns, did not simply contribute a quote or an essay, as others did. Mr. Goodby instead was inspired to write song lyrics such as these:
Imagine an America
Where strip mines are fun and free
Where gays can be fixed
And sick people just die
And oil fills the sea
We don’t have to pay for freeways!
Our schools are good enough
Give us endless wars
On foreign shores
And lots of Chinese stuff
And the chorus:
We’re the children of the future
American through and through
But something happened to our country
And we’re kinda blaming you
“Blaming you” refers to you, Mom and Dad, if you heartlessly cast your vote for Mitt Romney.
Never mind that it’s one of those songs in which the lyrics don’t fit the phrasing, so the singers trip over themselves to get several syllables onto a single note. Maybe Mr. Goodby didn’t focus much on iambic pentameter back at Harvard.