The man you see hiding behind the blue binder is Josef Fritzl, the sick Austrian who plead guilty to enslaving his daughter for 24 years in his own rape dungeon. But what about the binder company???

After calling John McCain's daughter "plus-sized,", giving the vapid Daily Beast columnist an excuse to keep talking, Laura Ingraham is now claiming the whole feud was manufactured by "Obama attack dogs."

How to tenderize Bob Dylan's "bleak... sneering" new album, built around the song "Life is Hard?" With the title "Together Through Life" and a black-and-white, backseat gay kiss on the cover. (Click to enlarge.)

Here's an unsettling ad campaign that will probably make it to NYC in the near future: A gym in the Netherlands configured a bus shelter so that the weight of the person sitting down on the bench is displayed for all to see. Painful, huh? But maybe this is the radical approach Gwyneth Paltrow should consider adopting given she's having so much trouble finding people to join her new gym in Tribeca? It's not like reminding the public at large that they're all fatter than her could do much more damage to her already battered reputation, could it? [Adfreak]

Is it sexist to think that an ad with a vampire with tampons for teeth is just nasty? I don't think so, but I'm sexist. Click through to absorb this one, soak it in, etc:

Dear Shepard Fairey: as human beings we're happy you produced this image for Adopt-a-pet.com and the Dog's Life magazine cover (click for full size). We'd be less thrilled as your brand managers.

Europeans just love Barack Obama, since he's not constantly calling them names and touching them inappropriately like his predecessor. So the Germans named some terrible fried chicken product after him, as an homage.

Oh some casino called, quote, "Indiana Live!" thought it would be so cool to have an ad with a fake Barack shilling for their casino, called, again, "Indiana Live!" It was not cool with Barack.

At fashion shows the world over, buyers and journalists are sending their regrets. There are fewer million- and billion-aire customers to invite. Time to pack the house with freeloaders and other undesirables!

Porn porn porn. Cable companies are hoping to "quietly" sell enough pay-per-view porn to make, you know, a profit. Ad Age wrote a whole story about it just so it could use this quote:

Look, the nimble television networks are seamlessly transitioning into recession-era programming! Instead of sitcoms about upwardly mobile whites, it's sitcoms about downwardly mobile whites. With product placement for the poors!

Chris Burden, the controversial performance artist, has become a high-profile victim of Ponzi schemer Allen Stanford. Stanford never delivered the artist's precious, artistic pile of gold bars.

It's true: Barack Obama's new logo, to be stamped on all stimulus-funded projects, is "less fascist" than the militaristic New Deal logos of the 1930s. Our Stalinist dictator must present a hippie front!

It would be hard to come up with a cheaper ad campaign: Mars' new fruit-candy promotion consists of redirecting its homepage to a Twitter search for "Skittles." Successful? Wildly.

Rappers have been dropping brand names in their lyrics for cash for years; it's tasteless, but widespread. But why would you turn a memorial track for your dead friend into a Coogi ad?

After a Dublin blogger highlighted flaws on the RyanAir website, airline staff slammed the "pathetic life" of the "idiot and... liar" in the comments. Headquarters staff intervened — to sharpen the cruelty.

Dinosaurs: "They would still be here if they hadn't caught a cold," says this ad for aspirin-plus-vitamin-C. Product slogan: "So you don't catch a cold." Can you spot the two flaws in this campaign?

Awesome: the urban-suburban/hip-hop-based GOP comeback has a website! It's called "The GOP Comeback" and it has a YouTube with noted hip-hop superstars Haley Borbour, Bobby Jindal, and Mark Sanford.

When the good commercials disappear from TV, what are you left with? Unceasing Recession-themed ads. Like these! Cars, services, lottery tickets, infomercials—they all feel your pain! Over, and over, and over...

Snacks: are you purchasing a sufficient percentage of yours from the Frito-Lay brand? If you're a woman, the answer is probably no. But don't worry, ladies; neuromarketing targeting your hippocampus will change that soon.