Fuck if I know what they sell, but cavemen looking like 21st century middle class latte dudes wearing argyle dissect the television they are watching in a 30 second piece I've seen on TV quite a bit.
More successfully, the credit card Vikings inquire about the contents of my wallet. I do not remember if the idea was that they were a metaphor for the barbarism exhibited by competing credit card companies, or what exactly they represented other than excitement. They had axes. They had animal values. And, as the cavemen from the ad before would say before explaining to the bad cop caveman what it meant, mis en scene.
Oh, to be a renter in the fiefdoms of America today. For a Byzantine especially, the Occident is bending over to present itself in a way once again deserving of respect or value. It still smells of ass. Many a California style gourmet wine kitchen is now highly reduced in value.
Economics is made spooky and complicated and left to experts in animal skins with beards. A bridge collapses in Minneapolis. They convince us all they've got the moneytree and hidden it downtown, maybe in a skyscraper somewhere. And so all we have to do is sit here waiting, circled around their miracle in our annuity secured, ticky tacky houses, buckets out to receive the rain.
But they were just bullshitting, only it's more dangerous than that, because they've taught us all how to bullshit too. Let the fratricide begin!!!
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