This arrived in my inbox, and lo not an hour later I got an email from a Reader (clearly on the same mailing list) asking me my opinion on the thing:
I know it not (I’ve always been a RWS man myself), but perhaps someone else does.
This arrived in my inbox, and lo not an hour later I got an email from a Reader (clearly on the same mailing list) asking me my opinion on the thing:
I know it not (I’ve always been a RWS man myself), but perhaps someone else does.
Following on from yesterday’s post about Stella Artois peeing in their own soup comes yet another example of marketing silliness:
Country star Luke Combs has apologized for appearing with Confederate flags, saying he is now aware of how painful that flag is.
Ummm Luke, bubba: the Confederate flag may be painful to some, but it is not painful to your audience.
And just so we’re clear on the concept: that “audience” would be the folks who buy your albums, attend your concerts and wear your T-shirts; and in a pure head count they probably outnumber the flag-hating weenies by 25,000 : 1.
Now I don’t know if continuing to display the Stars and Bars at your concerts would disenchant folks in the crowd — just in passing, I bet your next concert will reveal an absolute sea of Confederate flags in the audience — but I’m pretty sure that a whole bunch of your fans are going to be mightily pissed off that you took a knee towards the Politically-Correct Set.
And the problem with doing that is that these woke bastards are never satisfied, especially after you do it once. Expect your lyrics to come under scrutiny from now on: references to cheating women will be labeled “gender-hatred”, singing about booze will be considered as encouraging alcoholism, and forget your pickup truck, that gas-guzzling ozone-destroying monster.
And if a country singer can’t sing about love, booze and trucks, there’s fuck-all left for him to sing about.
Oh, and a postscript: just wait till the vegans see this pic…
I should also point out that until I wrote this post, I’d never heard of Luke Combs.
One of the things that drives historians (well, this historian anyway) crazy is that people just refuse to learn from history — no matter how much precedent there is for a situation where doing X results in Unpleasant Consequence Y, we just go ahead and do X anyway, expecting that the outcome won’t be total shit and that anyway, Times Are Different.
Example: when Coca-Cola tried to change Coke into New Coke back in the mid-1980s — because The Market Has Changed, And We Need To Move With The Times — a storm of furious resistance from their loyal consumers forced them to recant and relaunch Coke as Classic Coke, going back to the same old formulation of super-sweet battery acid that the world had come to know and love. (New Coke, eventually, went the way of its erstwhile spokesman Bill Cosby.)
The Coca-Cola fiasco should be taught in business schools everywhere, and should be an integral part of any company’s training in marketing. It’s not the first time it happened, of course; but it was one of the more illuminating examples of leaving your established brand alone, and all the more notable because it involved a mere carbonated soft drink, surely one of the most irrelevant and disposable products ever invented.
Clearly, the Coke fiasco has either been forgotten or willfully ignored, because:
Stella Artois owners Budweiser Brewing Group UK&I say they’ve lowered the alcohol content in its canned, draft and gluten-free versions to capitalise on the popularity of “wellness trends”.
It last cut ABV from 5% to 4.8% in 2012 citing “evolving” drinking trends in the UK.
Let’s not forget the role of the bean-counters:
But the move is said to have saved previous brewers AB inBev up to £8.6million a year in duty, according to alcoholpolicy.net.
And the result?
The latest reduction has left beer lovers fuming and sparked a surge in one star reviews across supermarket websites from customers.
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In a scathing review on Tesco’s website, the person wrote: “Today I cracked open a can of Stella 4.6% and thought I had Covid, since I could not taste anything.”
I have no dog in this fight: Stella Artois has always been my supporting argument when I state that contrary to popular belief, the Belgians know fuck-all about making a decent beer*.
It appears that they know fuck-all about marketing the foul stuff, either.
*As I recall, the Belgies were the first to start adding fruit flavors to their beer, which just proves my point.
I absolutely love it when the Left ignores not only commonsense but history. Such as here, in (of course) California:
A new “Hero Pay” mandate in Long Beach, California has inadvertently cost some frontline grocery workers their jobs.
Ralphs and Food 4 Less, both owned by the parent company Kroger, announced Monday that they will be closing 25% of their stores in Long Beach after the city council passed an ordinance requiring companies with over 300 employees nationwide to pay employees an extra $4 per hour.
There’s nothing “inadvertent” about this, because an Economics 101 student could have seen it coming.
In an industry which runs on 2.5% net margins and where savings of 0.15% on costs can end up with a promotion to VP, adding $4/hour to an already-high California $14 makes it inevitable that management would close two stores to keep that district’s aggregate costs down.
What’s even worse is that the city council’s actions were unnecessary. Just about everywhere, supermarket employees were raking it in during the various Chinkvirus lockdowns through overtime, as demand for product in many cases outstripped the stores’ ability to restock shelves, or else led to more frequent deliveries, which meant that shelf-packers needed to work longer hours to refill front-store real estate. This is not just anecdotal, but hard fact, and if the Long Beach city council had had an ounce of smarts, they would have known all about it. But no-o-o-o. They had to make a grand gesture to “reward” the “heroic” supermarket workers, and now about five hundred of said heroes will be out of a job. Some reward.
The common sense part is also lacking. As any fule kno, if you drive up overhead in a part of any business, that part will either be scaled back, replaced with a cheaper option or else eliminated altogether. It is common knowledge that in the face of “living wage” demands and impositions, the fast-food industry (which has higher margins than supermarkets) is working on replacing high-cost workers with robots. Supermarket work is more complicated than fast food work, so robotics could only go so far (and not very, in most cases) to reduce staff costs. Hence: store closings.
Of course, I said “as any fule kno”, but the Left and gummint [some overlap] are, as always, not going to let little things like commonsense and experience get in the way of Marxist principle or virtue-signaling.
The key here will be if they can repeal this stupid ordinance before Kroger closes the stores — assuming that they even want to do that and be shown up as the fucking morons they are.
Don’t hold your breath.
When I first visited these United States back in 1982, one of the immediate things I noticed was the sheer size of the market.
I don’t think that people outside the U.S. can quite comprehend the scale of industry of all kinds that native-born Americans pretty much take for granted, if they think about it at all. After the Great Wetback Episode of ’86, I remember watching TV in Longtime Friend Trevor’s place, and snorting with laughter at some car dealer whose claim to fame was that he was “The Largest Chev-lay Truck Dealer in South-East Texas” or some such puffery, and wondering why the geographical area was so tightly defined. As it happened, the dealership was a little outside San Antonio, and one evening I and a few others drove south for an evening’s carousing and passed said Chev-lay dealer’s place.
It was the largest car dealership I’d ever seen. It seemed as though the lot contained well over a thousand cars and trucks, and I was completely gobsmacked. By chance, one of the group was involved in a car dealership — I think in advertising — back in Austin, so I asked her how many times this guy was likely to turn his stock over in a year, thinking that it might take at least a year or maybe even two to sell it all. When she said, “About four or five times a year”, I could not believe her. That would involve selling about 5,000 vehicles a year, or roughly 15 vehicles per day, every single business day of the year. And this was one dealer in a small town (as San Antonio was still back then) — and of course we passed dozens of dealers on our way into town.
Similar discoveries lay ahead — such as the fact that Jewel supermarkets in Chicago was larger in both size and sales than the national chain I’d just left in South Africa (OK Bazaars, for those with long memories) — and just about every week brought more and more.
I ran into a fellow consultant in Chicago, a Belgian who was making a very good living in South America by selling a piece of software he’d discovered in France, and whose franchise he’d purchased for the international (outside Europe) market, as the Frogs weren’t interested in selling outside their home territory. It was the only one of its kind in Europe, so after setting up the easy business in South America, he decided that it was time to try and crack open the U.S. market. He attended an industry conference in Miami, and found to his horror that not only did he have competition, but he had lots of competition from companies selling almost the identical product, and at several different points on the pricing scale withal. He stood absolutely no chance of success, so he slunk back to South America, tail between his legs.
This country is enormous. The scale of business and the size of the market simply boggles the mind, and it’s no surprise that when the Euros try to bully us into using metric, for instance, we can them them to piss off because outside the sciences and drug dealers, the U.S. market prefers to work with Imperial units, thank you very much, and the U.S. market is big enough for the rest of the world, in most cases, not to matter.
I told you all that so I could talk about this.
Via Insty, as usual, I read an interesting article entitled A Nation Divided, which bemoans the fact that not only are we facing a permanent political divide between Right and Left, but we run the risk losing our conservative voice by falling under a Big Tech monopoly as well:
Now, Apple, Amazon, and Google are teaming up to make life extra difficult for Parler, a right-leaning alternative to Twitter. Apple and Google are removing it from their app stores while Amazon, who has been hosting the site, is yanking their hosting.
Now, Parler will migrate over to someone else and be back up and running soon enough, but it’s still troubling. Especially with people being de-platformed and then some of the biggest in the tech industry doing everything they can to shut down the alternative.
I doubt that. Remember that when Roger Ailes came up with Fox News, his selling point to Murdoch was the simplest ever: “Half the market.”
At some point, the Left is going to run away with itself. That outlets like Gab and Parler even exist in the face of a near-monopoly like Twitter shows that half the market is still there to be had.
Okay, to put on my marketing wizard’s pointy hat for a moment: not quite half the market because conservatives have better things to do with their time — like holding down a real job — than to fuck around in a glorified chat room 24/7, but remember what I said above: even a third of the U.S. market is a huge number, and perfectly capable of supporting not only a competitor to Twitter, but to Facebook, GoDaddy and [gasp] even Amazon. Think I’m mistaken about the last? Remember when Kmart was the market leader in mass merchandisers? Not so popular now, are they, thanks to Walmart. Think Walmart is too big to fail? Say hello to Amazon.
And if there’s one thing anyone can bet the house on, it’s that at some point a competitor to Amazon will arise, and put them out of business. After all, General Motors was once the Big Cheese of automotive manufacturing, but as little as a decade ago, they required a government bailout to keep their doors open and since then they haven’t exactly gone back to their position of market eminence.
And apart from crappy financial management, the one thing that causes all big enterprises to fail eventually is losing touch with their market, whether in spirit or by the market changing to a different model.
I showed just the tiniest bit of this a couple of days ago when I talked about disentangling myself from Big Tech, Big Retail and Amazon. Sure, I’m just one guy. But let’s just think about what would happen if the 75 million Trump voters like me did exactly what I was doing — individuals and conservative-minded businesses alike. I would also venture to suggest that when it comes to the conservative market, 75 million is a massive underestimation.
As to who would actually fund all this… I would suggest that Elon Musk is not the only billionaire in town — hell, a bunch of old boys at the Houston Cattleman’s Annual Ball in Houston could probably buy the New York Times with the change rattling around in their pockets, if they wanted to. (FYI, if Mexico’s Carlos Slim wanted continued access just to the Texas market, he’d probably sell his share of the NYT in a NY minute.)
Size matters. There is sufficient size in this country, whether geography, population or commerce, to support two competing visions of America. Would it be easy? Nobody said it would be, but if there’s one thing I have faith in, it’s in that restless American spirit which once said, “When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them…” and I think you know the rest.
Let me also offer the words of John Adams, who when he realized the immensity of the task ahead and the purpose and intellectual powers required, cried: “We have not men sufficient for the times!” Whereupon Jefferson, Madison, Hancock, Washington and several others said, “Hold my beer.”
We also have men sufficient for our time. They just haven’t been motivated enough, yet. But they will be.
Unlike the earlier men, though, the only impediment we face is not external (George III, Russia!!), but internal. That would be when the Left attempts to prevent such a severing, or suppressing competition by passing a series of laws forbidding such.
Allow me then to quote, or rather paraphrase the words of George Washington when he was asked why he was preparing a number of boats to cross the Delaware at midnight on Christmas Eve:
“We are going to murder our enemies in their sleep.”
In light of recent events (Amazon’s GoDaddy whacking ar15.com, Shitter delisting Trump and so on — you all know what I’m talking about), I did a couple of things yesterday to try to disentangle myself from these assholes as much as possible.
I’m quite aware that this is like pissing in the wind, that I’m only one guy etc. Longtime Readers, however, will know the precept behind the Nation of Riflemen: turning America back into a nation of riflemen, one citizen at a time. The same applies to me, as an individual: I’m just one guy, but one of many such guys.
If my one action helps other people disentangle themselves from Big Tech, maybe, just maybe we can make a difference. Regardless, I’m not going to support their fucking enterprises if there is any alternative — even if as noted above, the alternatives are not as good.
And finally, I’m going to do the same every single time a corporation does stupid woke shit or some kind of totalitarian activity.
And just so everyone’s clear on this: any money I save from the above activities will most likely go towards the purchase of ammo and guns, and the use and practice thereof.
I am just one guy; but we have to start somewhere if we’re going to stop this nonsense. I know that many of my Readers already do or have done what I’m doing now, and that’s great. Now spread the word to all your family, friends and acquaintances, just like you did with the Nation of Riflemen, encouraging prospective gun owners and teaching them how to shoot.
The Revolution starts now.