As marketing goes – and as someone who has worked on and produced a host of ideas that vary in moralistic codes – I wasn’t sure in my own mind how ethical this could be.
I do have bad thoughts. Demons, if you will. I hope that, by being honest in my opening confession, you can find the compassion in your heart and not to judgement in your mind. I shall explain just what demons in this very post.
Within seconds I was whisking him over a nearby railing and onto safety. What a relief! Crowds cheered. Women threw underwear. Men slapped my back; an elderly woman baked me a cake and a man without legs suddenly found the inspiration to tap dance.
So I set off for a little tour of the mines. At one point, I engaged 4 pensioners in a conversation about the Chilean president. Well, it was a Tuesday, after all.