I've worked in advertising for a long time, which means I'll most definitely be going to hell.
But before I go, let's look at some great moments in capitalism.
I've always been a little creeped out by edible critters advertising their luscious selves like little pink piggies selling pork barbecue or chickens happily hawking buckets of their fried family members. But this illustration from a French meat packer has got to take the trophy for weird.
Parents are always good targets for advertising. The little bastards always need new shoes or, if they're a little older, therapy. But what about products for parents? Leave it to the pharmaceutical industry to have that shit covered.
And if the little screamers get to be just too much, get them interested in science with this real toy from the 50's. This thing exposed children to a radioactive isotope that causes all sorts of lethal ailments. Cool, Mom!
Jesus, it's no wonder we're so fucked up.