There are several spine-chilling elements to this picture. First, there's the fact that at this resolution, you can't see any facial features except the gigantic, black, soulless eyes of the supposedly cute dolls.
But then there's the unspeakably evil tagline, "Celebrate precious blessings," juxtaposed with the rictus of pain on the face of the girl, who appears to be celebrating, if anything, some kind of hernia. We could call her eyes soulless as well, but it would be to miss the implicit cry for help:
"Please, mister," they say, "save me from this lifetime of forced labor. Take my bushel of apples and put me out of my misery quickly."
Maybe the "precious blessing" is cheap apples at the supermarket - but at what price?
*It's probably best not to ask what I was doing on preciousmoments.com in the first place.
1 comment:
LOL! Dude you are a funny guy. Bringing a little humor to the Gazette is a great thing.
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