Has the advancements in technology caused over exaggeration to be input into every aspect of media. At what point has something become too advertised or overly advertised. Observe the commercial below.
Seems like hoping in one of these airplanes is the greatest thing in the world. Because it’s a so called “new world”. That’s nothing like the new world. The new world is full of hatred and competition. Competition for power and grasping any means to gain advantage, to ultimately take control, or have the power to over control. And the kids they’re the ones who will suffer. Ask Mary O’Hare what she thinks about over advertising things, especially things of this characterization. But is it worth it, the risk could truly be a duty dance with death.
The game of risk is quite a fun one wouldn’t you say. The winner is declared when everything is taken over, it’s a game of strategy but a superior strategy doesn’t win the game without the LUCK to compliment it. Philip loved playing Risk with his brother Sandy. Sandy only played because he was interested in “world domination” he wanted to rule the world, who didn’t? But Philip was just interested in Risk because he liked defending the world from his brother, in Risk Philip looked at sandy as the Dr. Evil seeking ultimate control. Philip always made every sacrifice in order to save his continent. But in the end one way or another there was always complete wipeout.
All of us went to the lake this morning, Mom, Dad, the dog and of course my little annoying brother. He was bothering me as we walked down the path so I snuck up behind him and tripped him. He fell right on his side and started crying like he always does. I got yelled at, and so did he for being a little baby. But he always gets me back. Later I was leaning over the side of the lake looking at the crawfish moving around. The crawfish seemed familiar, but I couldn’t think of what it reminded me of. It was slowly crawling across the rugged terrain of the lake floor ready to attack. Then out of nowhere my little brother put a soaking wet Lilly pad on the top of my head like a hat. I didn’t move I just let the water drip down my face and into my shirt. Then as if I put on a pair of glasses like the ones Billy Pilgrim prescribes, I saw a different picture. Staring into the lake I saw a reflection of myself in an army helmet. Then it was obvious, the crawfish reminded me of a tank I had seen in pictures, how ironic.
Accidental Propaganda 