The advertising drive was launched to raise awareness of what the company described as the âongoing undercover policing scandal where officers have infiltrated the lives, homes and beds of activistsâ.
The campaign was cancelled because they âfear for the safety of their staffâ⊠let that sink in.
Itâs a UK story btw
this is about the so nicknamed âSpyCopsâ scandal, where police used take identities to get into long-term relationships with activists, then sold them out.
itâs pretty horrifying, and worth knowing about. The suppressed company? Lush.
Where are all the Europeans that callously say âAmerica is so terrible! Our police arenât like that!â On American police brutality posts? Come and read this because your shit stinks too
Everything about this, from Carrieâs viscerally presented and excellent point, to the pun, to the look on Stephenâs face like he just fell in love. Â Everything is so, so good.
âBig Pharmaâ okay are we talking about how privatization and monetization has deeply corrupted the field of medicine or are you talking about how you think chemicals in the water are making the frogs gay
âGMOsâ? Are we talking seeds that grow sterile plants and patenting genetic modifications then destroying any competition no matter how small they are? Or are we talking life saving rice with vitamin a to make sure kids donât go blind in regions not suited for other high vit a veg? ⊠or are we talking about your chidoodle?
Star-struck Interviewer: âYou must miss the good old days.â
Steve Rogers: âI grew up in a tenement slum. Rats, lice, bedbugs, one shared bathroom per floor with a bucket of water to flush, cast iron coal-burning stove for cooking and heat. Oh, and coal deliveries – and milk deliveries, if you could get it – were by horse-drawn cart. One summer I saw a workhorse collapse in the heat, and the driver started beating it with a stick to make it get up. We threw bricks at the guy until he ran away. Me and Bucky and our friends used to steal potatoes or apples from the shops. Weâd stick them in tin cans with some hot ashes, tie the cans to some twine, and then swing âem around as long as we could to get the ashes really hot. Then weâd eat the potato. And there were the block fights. You donât know what a block fight was? Thatâs when the Irish or German kids who lived on one block and the Jewish or Russian kids who lived on the next block would all get together into one big mob of ethnic violence and beat the crap out of each other. One time I tore a post out of a fence and used it on a Dutch kid whoâd called Bucky a Mick. Smacked him in the head with the nails.â
Interviewer: âLETâS TALK ABOUT THE INTERNET.â