Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.


Before the Flintsones and the Rubbles were sandwich boards for breakfast cereals and chewable vitamins they trod a more morally suspect path:

Made in a time when cigarettes were the breath mint of the day. A breath mint that made your mouth stink like a steaming, week old, corpse.


Just in case we in America are too stupid to understand this commercial the makers helpfully but a disclaimer on the top left hand corner. The commercial was for makeup not time regression surgery. I took an actual photograph of my actual television with my actual camera because I was so actually fucking astounded.


Just in case we in America are too stupid to understand this commercial the makers helpfully but a disclaimer on the top left hand corner. The commercial was for makeup not time regression surgery. I took an actual photograph of my actual television with my actual camera because I was so actually fucking astounded.