I once saw a subliminal advertising executive, but only for a second.

Wesley’s corn allergies caused some mild swelling, but he was convinced that the Chuck Wagon team was in there, and his parents just couldn’t keep him out of the Post Toasties.
In the 1950s, one was expected to be ready to feed and irrigate the crew at any moment including at the sinful hour of 12:00 midnight. This “Raiders of the Schlitzbox” shared a page with an Ace hardware sale ad for padlocks. On the opposite page, “Automatic rifles for fun and sport”.
These people look like they’re earnestly trying to convince each other of something. It’s almost as if their lives depend on it. Somewhere standing off-camera is a madman with a bomb strapped to his chest.

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