Okay. Transition. Advertising, still.
Swill beer, sold not on its quality, but on jingles and thin views of who their consumer targets are; what else, BUDWEISER, this link -- this screenshot, and read it and weep if you drink the stuff:
Transition. Courtroom drama, sort of but not really. Don't expect Witness for the Prosecution or To Kill a Mocking Bird, nor the Scopes trial. Instead, the sometimes quaint details of jury selection; STRIB carrying reporting from Missoula, MT, a very nice college town in the mountains (with nice shops and restaurants) - this excerpt:
A woman behind her was adamant. "I can't do it," she said, prompting Judge Robert Deschamps to excuse her. Another juror raised a hand, the judge recalled, "and said, 'I was convicted of marijuana possession a few years ago, and it ruined my life.'" Excused.
By that time, Deschamps knew he had a jury problem.
Do you think Denny Hecker had a pleasant Christmas? Anyway --
The COR. Dumb as the dumbest on the list linked to at the start of the post. Darren's version of the Maidenform Bra dreams. A salute to it, via this repeat Crabgrass image of Darren teaching all nuanced things to a klatch of seven, each a gentleman-scholar:
Finally, enlarge that Slick Willie close-up to where it's full screen and then some on your monitor, and be scared out of your socks by the mood of it - but then understand, advertising can be effective in securing its ends and results. Call it "NAFTA face;" because advertising is advertising.
(Please leave a blog comment if the face image, enlarged, gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling. I would like to know if that effect takes hold.)
I almost forgot.
Advertising can be more crass than you'd ever, ever have imagined:
If that image ever showed up as evidence in a Missoula courtroom, would the terminology be "hucksteror" and "hucksterees?" I'd view that as proper, in Missoula, where they know a hucksteror when they see one.