Advertising Disease

I have seen far too many commercials on TV.

It started back in the 1950s and has continued

some 60-years later and to this day. Test me.

Throw a product or service at me and I shall

answer back with a brand name. Toilet paper?

Scott, Charmin. Automobile? Toyota, Chevrolet.

Insurance? Progressive, Allstate. Soda? Doctor

Pepper, Coke. Cereal? Frosted Flakes, Fruit

Loops. Credit Cards? Mater Card, American

Express. Banks? Wells Fargo, US Bank. See

what I mean. I could go on naming names till

the cows come home, and I am no rancher who

rustles, herds or owns a bovine of any kind.

My point then? Brainwashing. I shall go to

the grave with all these useless brand names

indelibly emblazoned into my brain. An au-

topsy slicing and dissecting me will most assur-

edly reveal that I am riddled with the dreaded

Commercial Advertising Disease. He succumbed

to an overdose, over exposure hype to buy

and consume the Major Brands. Ah, but notice

this element of resistance which prolonged his

life by months if not years...the Generic Gene.

Let it be known, thrift kept him going when

his finances demanded his frugality. Best Buy

and Save were labels which ruled many a day.

This was sacrosanct in him which TV could ne’er

dissuade...biblical speaking that is.

                           -30-

Chris Hanch 2-15-2020