Marketing Blitz

Sometimes it makes me feel like cracking. All our lives we are attacked, carpet bombed, by advertising outlets that place slogans and characters that dance in our heads and sing their songs. I can spend days driving around and almost go mad as I look from one franchise to another and commercials are pulled from my memory banks as they've been burned in. It can drive someone completely insane. Hearing the words or sounds of SNAP and CRACKLE and not helping yourself to fill in the POP. Why! Why do I have three fucking elves stuck in my head but I can barely remember what it looked like from the highest point on the Eiffel Tower, or what the Twin Towers looked like when I was a child as I stood in their shadow, or how the jungle felt as I sat on a train going through the west coast of India. These are memories I want to relive over and over. These are point in life that I want to be reminded of. These jingles, these incessant attacks that melt our core and staple themselves to our memories as we tack on products to fond memories instead of places or songs or smells. This is what would drive me to violence: the gnomes in my head, the tigers hawking the theeeeyyy'rrre grrrreat slogans, the orgasm noises of herbal essences, the sound of an old bell reminding me of tacos. It is this that pushes violence out of us. This sick media blitz of buy buy buy that zombiefies us into purchasing useless crap in exchange for money that we spent our lives honing our talents and sweating with effort for. It's not violence on tv in the form of guns and murder. That's what makes me calm down. Watching my angst be pulverized through the frustrations and quick violent decisions manifested by Rambo or Tyler Durden or any number of mindless blood letting 'heroes' and 'villians'. By watching, it comes out of my system. If it weren't for violence on tv and in the movies the little elves that tell me to buy their magical crap cookies would invade my soul and the only way out would be through madness. I understand that ads pay for the entertainment, but don't take away the violence on tv when it's the Geico Gecko or the Aflac Duck that will push me to violent insanity when they replace my first memory of my mother holding me with countless replays of their witless insurance ads.