Put Jack back in his box

Bored with listening to politicians bloviate, I moved to an entertainment channel where I found a commercial for a burger chain.  The mascot for said chain is a humanoid with a round clown head designed to look like a jack-in-the-box.  This character and his seemingly human wife are engaged in a game of Scrabble. They quibble about his play, then she delivers the punch line by playing a very vulgar euphemism for sexual intercourse, with the prefix “no” attached to the beginning of the word.  I couldn’t believe it.  This is a main stream company with a frontman who is clearly designed to appeal to kids.  I’m thinking creepy, sexual references ought to be off-limits.  If I am a parent, I know I am going to have to have the “what does that mean, Daddy,” conversation with my kids.  For the umpteenth time in the last few years I had the sinking sense that I am watching the end of the world.  I have heard no outrage, not even one comment from anyone regarding this well-produced primetime trash.  Where am I?  I have to trust that Jesus is coming soon.  At the very least, I will be sure to refrain from buying greasy burgers from perverse clowns with Pinocchio noses.  Come to think of it, I didn’t do that anyway.

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