This is an ad for a toy.
That's right, a toy for kids.
No jokes.
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Fucking hell.
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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hm. we've come a loooooong way (thank goodness)
I was fascinated with it. My other favourite toy was a gollywog. This was the late 50s, early 1960s. The time of Menzies and the White Australia Policy.
Hardly politically correct, but I am not sure what lasting effect it has had on my psyche. Should I add that my favourite High Court judgement is Mabo and others vs Queensland (No 2) (1992 175 CLR 1?
..., it's this damn Internet. I have another that is worse, I'm saving that for a sunny day.
Kitty, it is from the early 1940s, in an American comic book. I''m sure similar stuff can be found in all countries though (golliwogs, aboriginal yard statues, Tintin comics etc).
The D (in D & T), well said!
Susannah, I wouldn't condemn anyone who is bought up with this stuff around them. It is those who have had the opportunity to break their ignorance, but don't that I worry about!