Humans.
Could someone please tell me why I pay the debt of a small nation for fifty channels of repeated rubbish only to have to sit through as many ads as free to air television. I've given up the chance of home ownership so I can divert the funds to pay for high speed cable internet only to have every web site I visit and ninety percent of the mail in my inbox spewing more advertisements at me.
Fear not Saddam, Osama, Bush or Howard for these are mere mortals, we have evil incarnate walking the earth, resplendent in beautifully tailored suits, sluiced back hair and wearing next years must have pair of the sponsors pearl white, air suspended, gel pumped, mp3 playing, retro styled, titanium braced running shoe. Somehow in my post apocalyptic frenetic media led buying spree I didn't notice that I was coerced into purchasing my advertisements instead of being treated like royalty for sparing some of my precious time and stopping to view a scant few seconds of commercial producement for free.
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't work in an Ad agency.
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