Like I’ve said several times since I started this Substack thing: Virtually all the ads I see during my thrice a day trips around the Interhole, are bad. Boringly so. It’s mentally debilitating. If, for some ungodly reason, I was forced to review every single one of them, I would, well, I don’t know. Maybe give up and go live in the wilderness and bathe in streams and try to have meaningful conversations with all the animals and get devoured by a black bear.
What I do, instead, is bookmark/save the extra bad ads for a future date. One of those dates is today.
(Curation of so much Bad takes a lot of work. Please buy a subscription here to view the extra-bad ads and my very angry responses.)