hating children

I simply hate hate HATE children on TV. They have no place in ads to be telling me how good the cars their dad sells are, or how much money I could save if I come in and talk to their mum about a home loan. Pure hatred.

Small fluffy animals on TV aren't much better either.

I'm sure the day will come when, as a crusty old man, I'll be sitting in front of the TV, eating a high-protein soylent-green-style processed meal (delivered in a small silver package, like all food will be in 28 years) while watching a muscle-meat-head presenter tell me about the latest events in the Buddhist monk uprising in Croatia (wait for that one, it'll come people, it'll come) when they cut to a commercial break to see three children kitted out in period-dress reminding me of the 'good-ol-days' of the 20th century when people were able to breath the air sans the now standard Inogen Breathing Assister ... and this commercial is brought to us by Trilung, Inogen's newest rival in the assisted-breating industry. Who else? I'm impressed by their product; it is sleek and sexy, as they say, but their sales pitch is fatally flawed as they've gone the emotional route with the children presenting the facts. I'll stick with Inogen thanks.