The other day, as I was walking around my apartment looking at some of the household products I owned, a thought occurred to me: almost every product I was looking at was made by a corporation that has tried to jam their woke Leftist politics down my throat.
To begin with, I went to shave in the morning only to find that both my razor and my shaving cream were made by Gillette, a company that decries supposed toxic masculinity…which is interesting considering their target market is men.
The ad that started the company’s war on toxic masculinity said: “Boys will be boys’? Isn’t it time we stopped excusing bad behavior? Re-think and take action.”
Gillette is owned by Proctor & Gamble, which also released an ad last year promoting white guilt for supposed systemic racism in America.
According to Marketing Drive, “the ad stated that, ‘Being white in America is not needing to state your life matters. And when your life matters, you have power. Now is the time to use it,’ the ad reads, urging viewers to seek out resources to educate themselves about race, as well as to march, donate and vote for the social causes they care about.”
As I looked around, I saw that I owned several Proctor & Gamble products. I owned Tide, Gillette, Downy, Old Spice, Gain, Crest, Bounce, Bounty, Charmin, Puffs, Cascade, Dawn, Febreze, Swiffer, and Pepto Bismol.
These are all basic household products that are produced by Leftist corporations. I literally can’t go to the bathroom or clean my apartment without being reminded about Leftist politics.
My shoes are made by Nike, a company that turned the keys of their organization over to washed-up quarterback Colin Kaepernick, who pressured the company into not selling special edition shoes featuring the original Betsy Ross American flag. They then promoted the American-hating athlete by making him the centerpiece of an ad campaign that said: “Believe in something. Even if it means sacrificing everything.”
Yes, Kaepernick really sacrificed a lot by not playing quarterback. He now makes millions of dollars by disrespecting the country that has made it possible for him to make millions ripping it.
Good gig if you can get it.
In the morning, I brew that morning cup of Joe and pour it into a Starbucks mug…you know, Starbucks, the same company that tried to encourage Americans to have a discussion about race a few years back.
Um, how about no, Starbucks. Just serve me my damn coffee and let me go about my day. Thanks, but no thanks.
If I am cheating on my diet, I open the freezer and pull out a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream that was created by preachy-liberal-hippies from Vermont who literally shove their politics down my throat as I spoon their ice cream into my mouth.
They even gave Socialist Bernie Sanders his own flavor of ice cream!
Finally, I switch on the TV to watch a ball game. Of all the things I’ve mentioned so far, losing sports to social justice propagandists is the saddest of all.
Since I was a little kid, I loved watching sports. Many of my fondest memories are of watching and playing sports.
Sunday’s watching the NFL was my favorite day of the week. It was a day to escape from the stresses of life while sipping on a Diet Coke (and Coca-Cola is now woke too, by the way) and to watch grown men hit the crap out of each other.
Basketball, baseball, hockey, and golf all brought with them fond memories.
Now I have to stare at social justice slogans imprinted on jerseys and on basketball courts. I have to watch as millionaire athletes disrespect the American flag in the name of fighting supposed systemic racism.
Oh, and when I leave my apartment to go on vacation, I usually fly Delta, but that company has now condemned Georgia for passing a bill that lefties claim is Jim Crow 2.0.
I would love to boycott all these companies, but the problem is that there are few companies who haven’t interjected themselves into politics, so where am I supposed to get competing products produced by companies that aren’t political?
Corporations, you can donate to whoever they want, but please stop shoving those beliefs down the throats of those of us who simply want to use your products.
Is that too much to ask for?
Sadly, the answer is yes.
And all it took to realize this was one look around my apartment.