Indolent Indio‘s long and lazy campaign against pornography in advertising has paid off.
Our crusade against smutty Red Ribbon ads (See â€œIs This a Cake or a Cock?,â€ 11 September 2009, “Is This Going To Be The Last Show?“, 10 June 2010)Â has resulted in a victory that is as sweet as cakes that do not look like penises.
“Finally, I can drive down Epifanio Delos Santos Ave. without seeing a giant cock covered in frosting,” Vincent Bartolome, a totally fictitious bus driver, wrote Indolent Indio. Without huge images of cream-filled tube steaks to distract him, Bartolome says he can focus on driving safely, not overloading his bus, and giving passengers the courtesy they deserve.
Valenzuela Mayor Sherwin Gatchalian, who had a huge billboard of showing the Philippine rugby team in their underwear torn down earlier this year, was among the first to send us his congratulations. “Now, I no longer feel threatened,” he said.
John Rawlins, a black soldier in the movie Glory (1989), was overjoyed. “That’s right, Hines. Ain’t no dream. Â Go tell your folks how kingdom come in the year of jubilee! ,” he said in that scene where they marched through a town and there were no cocks nor cakes in sight.