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i think someone needs to put the red cross on suicide watch.

first, they decided that they were going to invest some of their money in suing video game makers who used their logo within their games. because, of course, having their logo show up in a video game hurts the red cross immeasurably.

now, it's the story that they may have used some of the money raised for hurricane katrina relief to recruit stars to help bolster their image.

those in canada will probably be aware that the red cross was given the boot from collecting blood in canada after it turned out that they were passing on blood that was contaminated with aids and hepatitis due to improper screening.

guys, these are not good ways to resuscitate your image. whoever your p.r. person is, kick them to the curb. take the money you've been paying them and use it for the kind of work you should be doing. right now, your actions are kind of resembling a classic cry for help.

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The worse part about the canadian Red Cross scandal, as it came out, is that the tainted blood wasnt even collected in Canada, but purchases from an american supplier, who themselves didnt do proper screening, having collected the blood of inmates... draw your own conclusions.qozcpp

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jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

eat the pain away?

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long suffering

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