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April 8th, 2009

How Can Coal Be Clean?

In lieu of the recent energy crisis, the coal industry has spent millions of dollars on a national public awareness campaign, touting the benefits of “Clean Coal” and propagating the nationalistic slogan that coal is “America’s Power”. The idea that coal can be clean is nothing more than a dirty lie. The coal industry accounts for deadly air pollutants, water contamination, fish poisoning, toxic mercury emissions—causing irreversible damage to our health, our food supply and our environment.

In response, Mouth created a digital awareness campaign for Robert F. Kennedy Jr’s Waterkeeper Alliance, called The Dirty Lie (www.thedirtylie.com). The campaign has generated enough press to put us right smack in the middle of the coal wars. Below is a short list of recent press. And we’re just getting started.

  • New York Times
  • Vanity Fair
  • Adweek
  • Huffington Post
  • ABC
  • CW
  • Creativity
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    December 11th, 2008

    …And Two Eyes Made Out Of Clean Coal?

    The coal industry is looking to make us believe that coal is warm and cuddly and that we should be thankful for their dirty fuel. What better way to do this than to bastardize our favorite Christmas carols and have them sung by what is supposed to be the worst thing you can get on Christmas, lumps of coal.

    One of 2 things is happening here. Either the the coal industry really is super evil and desensitized to the fact that they are causing tremendous damage to our environment and health, or their creative agency is playing a cruel joke on the jerks they work for. The only place that we can think of where lying to the public is normal and coal is great for Christmas, is hell. And that is where this campaign should go.

    See it at MSNBC

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    November 12th, 2008

    Damien Hirst & Tony Kaye Should Apologize For Wasting 8 Minutes Of Our Lives

    Clearly the collaboration was a colossal waste of time and money and talent. Cow carcasses neatly hung on the wall doesn’t hint at Hirst’s former opinion on our collective state of denial when it comes to the animals we eat. And Kaye’s timid, formulaic filming of a cute ass thrashing about a hospital room is hardly reminiscent of American X’s poignant and brilliant depiction of an American tragedy. Not exactly Gilbert and George. Or the Cohen brothers. Sometimes, creatively speaking, it’s better to go solo.