Sweet Jiminy Crickets! What ever happened to truth in advertising? I'm talking about holiday commercials. Specifically, commercials made by luxury car manufacturers. You know the type. A clean-cut 30-something man in a sweater leads his trophy wife outside to the driveway with a hand over her eyes, and when he removes his hand there's a shiny new Lexus or Volvo sitting in the driveway with a big red bow on top. Now, I've been living on this God-forsaken mudball called Earth for over sixty years and that means I've celebrated over sixty Christmases, but never once have I ever given or received a luxury automobile for the holidays. If there's one thing that really wangs my chung, it's television commercials that are totally unbelievable. Take the commercial for the Snuggie, for instance, which shows a roomful of grown men enjoying a football game while wearing a hooded fleece blanket contraption that's as stylish as my sister-in-law's leopard-pr...