I am of the hastily formed opinion that public service announcements and media campaigns have a negligible effect on the reduction of sexually transmitted diseases. Some folks are just neurally hard-wired for the frequent random ugly bumpers train ride – the stranger, the slipperyier, and the more dangerouser the better. Bootknocking is a powerful-arsed drug that some folks ain’t willing to kick no matter the risk. You can preach all day on the health risks of unprotected dugans and the necessity for dental dams during a catwash, but the message fades fast when the drug of choice, or the nympho programming, commandeers the thrill-seeking hominid.
Despite my thoughts on the matter, I am rooting for the decent-hearted folks out there who are desperately trying to dissuade the owners of tainted meatsicles and festering furburgers from wreaking more havoc on the global health front. Maybe there are a few folks out there, who after seeing one of these messages, will think twice before sinking the pink, or puncturing the choco-starfish, without a raincoat.
These next two posters emphasize the dangers of blindfolded bloody knife fellatin’ and gigantic furry arachnid eroticism.
I am not really sure what the peckerhead in the tub is trying to communicate (cleanliness is next to disease-freeidness?), but the marbled cemetery boffers are definitely driving the point home.
Our Christian brothers and sisters have a more simple-minded approach to battling the scourge of pre-marital pregnancy and naughty-bits affliction. The cartoon below is from a Canadian website that promotes the scientific evidence for creation and exposes the intolerant pagan teachings of Islam (from an assuredly unbiased perspective).
Since when did women get all this lust-conquering willpower? 6,000 years ago they couldn’t even turn down a bit of apple from a legless tree-dweller (with adequate warning I might add). And screw you Adam Kadmon – you was a sucker any damn way.