Flush it Down, Charlie Brown
Ned Nedmiller, Case Study 

Monday, Jan. 21, 2002
Ned Nedmiller come from a long line of popular sloganeers. Nary a time has this great nation hoofed it off to war without a snappy Nedmiller slogan a-hummin’ in their brain boxes. In the big one it was “Give a Hoot, Smoke a Boot” and in the big one, the sequel, it was “Damn the Gravy Crank, Macie!” Them Korean War wouldna been near as keen were it not for “Loose Anus, Shank the Dentist” and who can think of Vietnam without remarkin’ to themselves “Gimmie a Slice a’ Mermaid Pie!” Not quite as many people as you’d think.

Ned’s daddy, and the fella who shot Ned’s daddy out his pee-hole (Steve) both was popular sloganeers also. Them presided over the golden age of sloganeerin’, and nobody not far or near confused them with anything but the best. Dad Nedmiller often would tell stories of them days of his four fathers back when them slogans was classic and simple, and of the time when his pappercorn invented the world’s most famous slogan: “Okay, Bill.” That was the ringer that cemented his undying fame and created them family fortune you’ve been readin’ about on the bubblegum wrappers and whatnot. It was the slogan against which all others would be judgemencated, and harshly so.

But that’s not to say Dadmiller and Grandcracker didna dream up any no other slogans of international famousness. “Don’t Wet My Bagpipe!” “A Man, A Tarpaulin, A Combustible Weasel Throne: Sioux Falls,” “I Can’t Believe I Porked the Pope!” “The Rancid Backbeaver State,” “Don’t Eat the TNT,” “Remember the Alamo and Some Milk,” “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Electric Sex Goggles,” “We Have Nothing to Fear But Martian Sodomy Squads,” and “Rowdy’s Soup is Mm Mm Wet,” are all to their credits. A fine legacy that’s one tough horse and pony show to follow, if you don’t mind me sayin’.

Ned Nedmiller has done his best to follow in their novelty-sized footsteps. Nedder made his name early with such rememberable slogans as “A Friend in Needles is in Nevada,” “I’m With Stupid,” “Shit Stinks,” “Go Up, Space Moron,” “Smells Like Kindercare,” “Rachet Down the Tuna Shaker,” “Asthmatics Have More Fun,” “Dribble Glass, My Ass,” and “Don’t Spaz the Curb Monkey!” But Neddle didn’t really hit his stride until he penned the counterculture hit slogan of them 60’s: “Flush it Down, Charlie Brown.” Them slogan captured the imagniariums of a whole generation and put Nedder on the map, as them cartographers is fond of sayin’. Ned got himself a tickletape parade for that caper, and is still beloved by acid burn-outs of all ages, yessir.

Sloganeerin’ is quite a pursuit, bringing you much famousness when done right and the satisfaction of givin’ folks something to say when they got nothing to say on their own. Quite a charm. And don’t let a contradictionary word be spoke about the eternal nature of them very best slogans. You know what them robotic space dinosaurs will say in a billion and one years when they dig up them fossils of you and your neighbors. That’s right. “Flashdance in Grover Cleveland’s Ass!”