Here’s something you better be aware of. This emergency cultural flare comes lobbed at us from Breitbart.com, the organization with a motto now prominently carved across the internet’s frieze: ‘You Killed Andy! You Bastards!’
Did you know? Have you paid attention? Candy commercials exist to lure you into doffing your clothes and having sex with stinky sea beasts. Plan your TV viewing habits accordingly.
Wrigley Co. Uses Bestiality to Sell Skittles
John Nolte | Breitbart.com
Skittles is sold and manufactured by the Wm. Wrigley Jr. Company and according to Merriam-Webster, one of the definitions of bestiality is:
sexual relations between a human being and a lower animal.
I’m picking up a slender thread here in the text. Something something Wrigley something evil. This directly reminds me: Nolte’s mail-order bride could use a warning. A starving Ukrainian deserves fair play on an expedited basis, I’d say. Today you came to America in a duffel bag, tonight you’ll be subject to degradation and humiliation like you’ve never seen. You’ll wish he was only a walrus.
Were I caught passionately making out with another woman, my wife would most certainly define that as a sexual relation and that’s exactly what the woman in this commercial is doing with an animal.
(unlike Nolte’s beloved chained to a dry pipe in his shoe closet, the ‘animal’ in this advertisement is obviously not real. — ed.)
You can laugh and say it’s just a joke, but through a war of inches, Hollywood continues its assault to define deviancy down and to normalize destructive behavior. Humor is an excellent way to get us used to and to take the shock value out of something hideous and immoral.
The marginal ‘shock value’ of the image is the reason the ad exists, John. I love the idea of marketers checking with The Liberal Media Masters, Deviancy Rehabilitation Division for their cultural targets. Might as well insinuate another taboo while we’re knocking out a Skittles ad, Bob. The notion of the same people steering America around by way of wearing everybody out is an entertaining one, too. After they’ve seen this one ten thousand times, they’ll have sex with anything. Bravo.
Now’s a good time for a lightning bolt to strike John down for what he’s about to do to a defenseless teen from a former Soviet satellite. But then she’s fashioned a shiv from the Cuban heel of a cocoa-leather Gucci, and justice awaits, hungry and feral in the dark.
If you don’t think there’s an agenda behind this, you haven’t been paying attention the last 40 years. And if you don’t think that there are those who hold the levers of power in our popular culture that would like to remove the stigma from bestiality, you don’t understand the depths of sexual depravity the human animal is capable of.
Well said. John: you might want to review some techniques for battlefield cardiac tamponade. They could prove handy in a crisis.