Posted on 12/31/2012 12:10:24 PM PST by nickcarraway
The controversial fast-food chain publishes a children's book loaded with half-truths about farms and animals
As my son enters the so-called Terrible Twos, I’ve become keenly aware of one thing that makes them so terrible: awareness. After 24 months outside the womb, kids slowly but surely start becoming cognizant of what they have, what they don’t have — and what they want. At this point, too, kids begin more fully processing how the world works — or at least what the world is telling them about how the world works.
Advertisers obviously know all of this. They not only know that kids will go full-on terrible in annoying their parents into buying stuff they realize they want, but also that two-year-olds are already starting to develop their own future preferences. Hence, when my son hears the discrete piano tune and Ed Harris’ soothing voice on the radio and then cheerily shouts “Home Depot,” it is a sign that he is already equating home projects with the local-business-crushing orange Godzilla — just as that Godzilla’s marketing team hopes. Same thing for the Happy Meal, whose child-focused marketing equates junk food with emotive joy and cheap toys — a terrible-yet-irresistible combination for a two-year-old.
(Excerpt) Read more at salon.com ...
Raise your kids to be warriors. Don’t let the offspring of this nutjob be the rulers of the world.
Two paragraphs later and the idiot author still hasn’t said what the article is about.
Unfortunately, at this late hour we find ourselves (the married or marriageable, intrinsically productive, instinctively heterosexual, values-driven, and sensibly brave people once known collectively as "Americans") now in the minority, outnumbered by a poorly educated but nonetheless self-superior hoard of inchoately angry and boorish single women and emotionally fragile, but even dumber (if that's possible) men.
They loathe each other, of course, but they hate us even more, and thus vote with the anxious fervor of willing supplicants for the perceived safety and security of the State, where they can wallow forever in adolescent brooding and unbridled orgasms of need.
Tonight I'm making pork chops in his honor, along with potato pancakes and a green bean casserole onions and crumbled bacon.
My niece’s almost-two-year-old son walks around singing “Go Tell it on the Mountain”, and my almost-two-year-old granddaugther walks around singing “Camptown Ladies sing this song, oh, doo-dah day” and “BINGO”, “Hokey Pokey”, etc. in an extensive repertoire.
I think it has so much to do with what they are exposed to, and the balance of stimuli to which they are exposed. The TV advertising they hear should be minimal.
You’ve said it in a way that I never could. Hope you don’t mind if I steal at least some of that.
My Gram used to say “It takes a pretty big hog to weigh a thousand pounds”.
This is one of the girly men that want to take my guns away from me. Of course, he and his ilk aen’t man enough to do the deed themselves. They’ll send in the storm troopers while they sip on lattes at Starbucks.
I don't mind at all. And your Gram was right: desire, unbridled from reason is a monster whose hunger is never satisfied.
Worse yet, this is almost certainly a homosexual in training. When NOTHING that is truly immoral, (Buggering, Abortion, excessive taxation), and things that are moral, Factory farming techniques that have allowed for the feeding of literally BILLIONS of fellow humans, P:ro-life and Christianity, We see a future where homosexuals are not only tolerated but glorified.
“too much of a push-over” this poor kid is going to grow up to be a total jerk.
The lack of testosterone has made his brain loony.
You should go back and read the article, not so much for the content, but for the comments posted by the liberal leaning Salon readers. As of this posting, they are mostly condemning the writer as a dunce cap. I haven’t had much good to read of lately, so I will enjoy this little glimmer of REAL hope ;)
Happy New Year !
her kids don’t stand a chance....two years old and already veggie socialists....pathetic
My Grandson 4 doesn't get a Hamburger unless he spells his full name correctly and counts to one hundred. My Grand daughter must solve a geometry problem or mental math for clam chowder and salt pork.
Wow, that sounds real good.
Bill: I suppose I know you well enough to know you're likely to put first things first. If the only things the little urchins ever learn is to memorize their math, cook creatively, honor their elders, and distrust Democrats, well, I'd say you done good.
Happy New Year!
I didn’t get far enough to read the comments, but on your recommendation, will do so.
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