Mortgage Dance Realism

Sometimes I think if I see one more idiotic dancing cowboy on my banner ad, one more silhouetted freak boogieing down because they got some cheap mortgage rate, I think I might just have to have an attack of good old-fashion moral outrage.

Is that all anyone can think of to dance about anymore? Is that all they can think of to use this incredible network called the Internet for, to make people look like a bunch of Paleolithic snot-nosed hooligans drooling over the prospect of making out on some mortgage rate? I hate to break it to you, but the bank is the one who really ought to be dancing, cowboy.

I’d like to see a mortgage ad with a big fat bald guy in a pinstripe suit getting jiggy with it after he gets one over on the cowboy, who ends up in foreclosure. Maybe we could have the cowboy swinging from his suicide noose while the banker dances around him like he’s Prince and it’s 1999.

I’d like a little more realism in my banner ads, that’s all I’m saying.