Propaganda Debunking

I joined with a couple of other radicals in the early 70s who had completely soured on the hamfisted nature of the organizations working against the war (and secondarily, against capitalism) and took over the mimeo machine in the basement to put out alternative leaflets. We had a bit of a contest going as to how far down people would read before they realized we were pulling their legs. I didn't win, somebody else had them routinely walking into inanimate objects as they read with puzzled expressions taking over their faces.

(Oh, don't look at me like that. It had most people laughing and wasn't counter to any of the basic ideals, it was only meant to lighten a mood that had gotten far too somber at times)

However, donning suits and ties and taking on corporate conventions takes balls of steel and I have to admire them greatly for that. It's theater at its best and I applaud it.