#burger king corporation

[jeff-tm]

holy burger

[potetkongen-blog]

you know the rules and so do i

[duplexide]

you don’t suppose pepsico decided to start distancing itself from gamer culture because of well, to put it lightly the last few years of major gamer streamer misconduct? By which I mean the pedophilia and nazi shit that made it to mainstream news.

Gamers have never had an upstanding reputation. IDK what's going on in the world of streaming, but back in the 2000s "gamer" called to mind 12 year olds virtually shooting eachother while shouting out every expletive known to man. So I don't think streamers are the reason.

That's the short answer, but people seem to like hearing my thoughts on consumer aesthetics on here, so I'll rant a bit more on the subject.

Regardless of how ethical gamers were viewed as in the 2000s-2010s, products like axe, 5 gum, and mountain dew exploded when targeting them as a demographic. It served as kind of a dark, edgy inversion of the sterile white apple aesthetic that dominated the mainstream, and we got some genuinely cool branding out of it.

Up until recently this had naturally evolved into a sort of loud, maximalism, trading its subdued, serious edge for something more colorful and ironic. It's practically a parody of edge, but it's so fun and zany it's hard to dislike this direction.

I really thought that THIS style would embody the 2020s, that this paired with things like Fortnite and blindbox toys would kind of characterize the era for its distracting, vapid, disposable, post-postmodern irony. This has all felt like a logical reaction to the sterility of 2010s design.

However, now it seems we're taking an abrupt U turn into a sort of conservative, retro 70s throwback era of design. It seems like corporations are trying to appeal more to boomers and hipsters in an attempt to broaden their appeal. These rebrands strike me as decisions made out of fear, corporations retreating into their shells.

I don't know if this is WORSE than the sterile minimalism of the 2010s but I DEFINITELY hate it.

So, this devolution is likely not due to controversies with gamers specifically, but more like an attempt to reject modernity and revert back to what's "safe" during uncertain times. I think corporations now are generally trying to seem more "evergreen" and "timeless" within an increasingly unstable corporate landscape and hypercritical social culture. This comes at the sacrifice of their edge and ambition to evolve.

[stone-cold-groove]

The once and future king.

[that-hippy-dippy-christian]

POV: Big Corporations Trying To Engage In Meme Culture.

(I’ll Give Duolingo A Pass Tho, Because They’re actually funny.)

[tautozhone]

cia documents just leaked with undeniable proof that they’ve been using the “at bk have it your way” ads as psychological torture for people who’ve ever heard music before and know how it’s supposed to sound

[localgardenweed]

I get so randomly scared to order things from like regular people cause like i cant let my tumblr icons know where I live what if they come and get me and kidnap me WHAT IF THEY WERE RIGHT AND THEY WERE ALL 40 YEAR OLD MEN OUT TO GET ME AND SELL ME ON THE DARK WEB

[lieximhuman]

What’s it like to be gay?

Terrible, now go away.

[notquiteaghost]

why is there a wendy's in my city now. i live in yorkshire.

[got-no-skill]

I actually developed a semi-consistent methodology for this, because wrt reducing the harm to society it isn't quite so simple. Thanks to the bonkers patchwork quilt of modern legislation and medieval common law that comprises most Western legal systems, it is often better in terms of harm reduction to use the brand name.

The name of a product is often the most valuable aspect of a product. Companies can and do charge exorbitant fees for third parties to use the names of major brands in semi-related merchandise (think logos on shirts or products flavored to taste like other products.)

With that established, there's a phenomenon called "genericization" where the brand name of a product is so widely used and synonymous with the product that it becomes the generic name of the product. While I hate to give the obvious market leader free advertising, there's a very strong upside to associating the generic product with the most successful individual brand name: If the brand name is sufficiently synonymous with the product, a company can lose their trademark, meaning that anyone can use the brand name to refer to the product more broadly. This is particularly bad for the company that makes a genercized product because a trademark otherwise has an indefinite lifespan: as long as the company is in business (provided the name hasn't been genericized), a trademark is enforceable. This is also why you'll hear companies use phrases in their actual advertising like, "I am stuck on Band-Aid Brand 'cuz Band-Aid's stuck on me," they have to emphasize that yes, we're a brand and not an obvious generic.

SO, to that end, I only use the most popular brand name of a product when I am referring to an off-brand: it's not Puffs, it's Kleenex; it's not antibacterial ointment, it's Neosporin; it's not charcuterie, it's Lunchables. Conversely, I'm not buying Coke, I'm buying a cola; I'm not buying Oreos, I'm buying sandwich cookies; I'm not driving a Jeep, I'm driving an off-roader or a 4×4.

Granted in practice it's substantially harder than merely forcing the brand name on any generics to get a product genericized and a trademark rendered unenforceable, and companies fight against this phenomenon zealously (again, Stuck on Band-Aid BRAND) but it can be done.

no idea where i was going with this but i abandoned it at the most disconcerting moment possible

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: Chapter Six

Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: You've got narcolepsy and have been visiting the Dreaming daily for years. Then its Lord and King finally return and he doesn't know quite what to think of you.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Narcoleptic!Reader, for you dear @aralezinspace.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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The scent of grilled burgers and hotdogs drifts through the park, mingling with the laughter of your coworkers. You balance a paper plate loaded with potato salad and coleslaw as you navigate toward a picnic table where a few familiar faces are gathered.

"Hey, look who finally made it," Brian says, grinning as he shifts to make space for you. He’s got mustard on his cheek, which makes his wide smile even more ridiculous.

"Yeah, had to dodge Karen's eternal checklist of picnic rules," you reply, dropping onto the bench. You take a bite of coleslaw, savoring the tangy crunch.

Lucy nudges your shoulder with her own. "You should've seen her earlier. She practically interrogated me about the potato chips."

Brian snorts. "She takes this stuff way too seriously. It's a picnic, not a corporate takeover."

From across the table, Sam raises an eyebrow. "At least she hasn't cornered you about the recycling bins yet."

"Not yet," you say, shaking your head. "But it's still early."

The conversation flows easily, jumping from weekend plans to the latest office gossip. You listen, half-interested, while keeping an eye on Karen. She’s currently directing the setup of a volleyball net with all the intensity of a military operation.

Lucy follows your gaze and smirks. "Volleyball? She roped you in yet?"

"Nope, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time."

As if on cue, Karen marches over, clipboard in hand. "Alright folks, volleyball match in ten minutes. Hope you're ready!"

Brian groans dramatically. "Guess we’re up."

You all rise reluctantly and follow Karen’s lead to the makeshift court. The game begins with much fumbling and laughter; you aren’t exactly professional athletes here.

“Nice save!” Lucy shouts as you dive for the ball, sending it back over the net.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” Brian adds with a chuckle.

Sweat beads on your forehead but you’re having more fun than you expected. Even Karen seems less intense as she joins in, her competitive streak softened by genuine smiles.

Afterward, you collapse onto the grass with your friends, breathing heavily but feeling content. The sun is warm on your face, and for once, work feels like a distant concern. After catching your breath, you all wander back to the picnic area where the yard games are set up. Cornhole boards, giant Jenga, and a ring toss beckon. You join a group gathering around the cornhole boards.

"Alright, who's first?" Brian asks, grabbing a bean bag and weighing it in his hand.

You take a step forward. "I'll give it a shot."

You and Brian form a team while Lucy and Sam pair up on the opposite side. The first toss lands short, but you quickly get the hang of it, adjusting your aim with each throw. The bean bags thud against the wooden boards or occasionally swish through the hole, drawing cheers or groans from the small crowd gathered to watch.

"Nice shot!" Lucy calls as you land one right in the hole.

Brian chuckles. "Beginner's luck."

Between throws, the conversation shifts naturally.

"Did you hear about Rachel's new boyfriend?" Lucy asks, aiming her next toss.

You shake your head. "Nope. Spill."

"Apparently he's some big-shot lawyer," she says, landing her bean bag with precision. "Met him at one of those charity galas she’s always going to."

Brian snorts. "Of course she did. Bet he wears cufflinks and everything."

Sam nods thoughtfully. "She did seem happier lately. Maybe this guy's the real deal."

As you take your turn, you notice Karen nearby, involved in a spirited game of giant Jenga with some of the interns. Her clipboard is nowhere in sight.

"What about Jake from IT?" you ask, returning to the conversation as you watch your bean bag soar through the air. "He still dating that barista?"

Lucy laughs. "Nope, they broke up last month. He's back on all the dating apps."

Brian smirks. "He showed me his profile the other day—'lover of cats and coding,' like that's gonna reel 'em in."

Sam arches an eyebrow. "Hey, some people are into that."

The game continues, each toss accompanied by stories and gossip about your coworkers' romantic escapades.

"So who’s next in line for office romance?" Brian asks, his tone teasing as he lands another bean bag.

Lucy grins mischievously. "I’ve got my money on Amy from marketing and Josh from sales."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Didn’t think they were each other’s type. They’re polar opposites!"

"They’ve been having lunch together almost every day," she points out.

You laugh as you make another toss. “Guess we’ll see.”

You are half way into the company picnic when the alcohol finally appears. Your boss opens the cooler and distributes the drinks, and regretfully, you have to pass. Alcohol and medication just doesn't mix.

You sit on the grass, a bottle of sparkling water in hand while your coworkers crack open beers and hard seltzers. The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park. The sounds of laughter and playful banter grow louder as the alcohol loosens everyone's inhibitions.

Brian, now sporting a slight flush from the beer, leans back on his elbows and surveys the scene. "Man, this turned out pretty good, huh?"

You nod, taking a sip of your drink. "Yeah, it’s been fun. Way better than being stuck in the office."

Lucy stumbles over, balancing two beers and plops down beside you. "Hey! I brought you a drink!" She holds out one of the bottles.

You shake your head with a smile. "Thanks, but I’m sticking to seltzer."

She shrugs and hands the beer to Brian instead. "More for you then."

As you chat with Lucy and Brian, you notice Matthew perched on a nearby tree. His eyes gleam with a knowing look that makes your eyes narrow. Before you can fully process his presence, he spreads his wings and takes flight. You follow his path, craning your neck to track his movements through the sky.

Your eyes widen when you spot Morpheus standing not far from the picnic area, just beyond the edge of the trees. His tall, imposing figure is unmistakable, even from a distance. The crowd's laughter and chatter fade into the background as you rise to your feet.

"I'll be right back," you mumble, barely acknowledging Lucy's questioning look or Brian’s raised eyebrow.

You walk briskly toward where you saw Morpheus, heart pounding in your chest. The grass crunches softly under your shoes as you step away from the lively gathering. The distance seems to stretch on forever, but finally, you reach the spot.

There he stands, cloaked in shadows that seem to ripple like water around him. Morpheus’ eyes meet yours, dark and deep like an endless night.

"You came," he says, his voice smooth and resonant.

You nod, swallowing hard. "I saw Matthew and then you.”

Morpheus inclines his head slightly. "He is my herald."

The air around you feels charged with an otherworldly energy, making your skin prickle. You can hardly believe he’s here, so close and real in the waking world. Or is this still part of a dream? The lines blur more often than not these days.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. "Why are you here, Morpheus?"

He looks past you to the picnic scene, a faint smile playing at his lips. "I am curious about your day life. The world you inhabit when you're not within the realms of dreams."

You blink, processing his words. "You want to see what my life is like?"

"Indeed," he replies, his voice as smooth as silk.

You glance back at your coworkers, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Introducing the Lord of Dreams to your mundane world seems surreal, but there’s a certain thrill in it.

"Alright," you say, motioning for him to follow you. "Come meet my coworkers."

As you approach the group, Brian is the first to notice. His eyes widen as he takes in Morpheus' imposing figure.

"Whoa, who's your friend?" Brian asks, straightening up from his relaxed position.

"This is... Morpheus," you say, hesitating slightly over the name.

Lucy’s eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Nice to meet you, Morpheus."

Morpheus inclines his head gracefully. "The pleasure is mine."

Karen bustles over, clipboard conspicuously absent for once. Her eyes flicker with interest as she takes in Morpheus' striking appearance.

"And who might this be?" she asks, her tone taking on a flirtatious edge.

"This is Morpheus," you repeat. "He’s visiting from out of town."

Karen’s gaze lingers on him a bit longer than necessary. "Well, any friend of yours is welcome here," she says with a smile that borders on predatory.

Morpheus remains unfazed by her attention. "Thank you for your hospitality."

Karen steps closer, her body language open and inviting. "So, Morpheus, what brings you to our little gathering?"

"I wished to see the world through different eyes," he responds smoothly.

She laughs lightly. "Well, I hope we’re living up to your expectations."

"You have been most welcoming," he replies with a nod.

Karen's flirtation becomes more overt as she continues chatting with Morpheus. She touches his arm lightly and tilts her head in a way that emphasizes her features.

Brian and Lucy exchange amused glances behind her back.

"So," Karen says, leaning in slightly, "how long are you staying?" Morpheus is entirely unfazed by her obvious attempts and turns to you.

Morpheus' gaze locks with yours for a moment before he responds. "That is yet to be determined."

You watch as Karen continues her attempts to engage Morpheus, her body language practically screaming interest. You can’t help but smirk at the situation. If only she knew who she was trying to charm.

Brian elbows you lightly. "Man, where’d you find this guy? He’s got everyone captivated."

"Long story," you reply, eyes still on Morpheus and Karen. How could he possibly be this impervious? You're actually impressed!

Lucy giggles, clearly entertained. "She’s really laying it on thick, isn’t she?"

Before you can respond, Sam joins your little group, eyeing Morpheus with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Who’s the new guy?"

"Morpheus," you say again, finding it amusing how many times you’ve introduced him already.

Sam nods slowly. "Interesting name."

"Fitting too," Brian adds under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

Morpheus finally disentangles himself from Karen’s questions and steps closer to your group. His presence has a way of commanding attention without effort.

"It is refreshing to witness such lively gatherings," he remarks, his gaze sweeping over the park once more.

"You don’t get out much?" Lucy teases lightly.

"Not in this manner," he replies, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You catch Karen shooting you a glance, clearly wondering why Morpheus seems more interested in your circle than her. You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she tries to figure out a new approach.

"So, Morpheus," Brian starts, leaning forward with genuine interest, "what do you do when you're not... traveling?"

Morpheus’ smile is small, but there. "I have responsibilities that are difficult to explain."

Sam chuckles. "Sounds mysterious."

"It is part of my nature," he responds smoothly.

Karen reappears with two beers in hand, offering one to Morpheus. He accepts it gracefully but doesn’t drink. Instead, he holds it as if it were a prop in some grand play.

You decide to steer the conversation back to safer ground. "We were just talking about office romances before you showed up."

Lucy laughs. "Yeah, we were placing bets on who’ll be the next couple."

Morpheus raises an eyebrow slightly. "And who are the contenders?"

"Amy from marketing and Josh from sales," Lucy says confidently.

Brian chuckles. "Apparently they’ve been having lunch together a lot."

"Interesting dynamic," Morpheus muses, his gaze thoughtful.

Karen tries another angle. "What about you? Any special someone waiting for you back home?"

You bite back a laugh at the thought of someone asking the Lord of Dreams about his love life.

"There are many important figures in my realm," Morpheus says cryptically.

Karen looks slightly deflated by his non-answer but plows on regardless. "Well, maybe you'll find someone special here."

Brian leans over to you and mutters under his breath, "She’s relentless."

You chuckle at Brian's comment, taking another sip of your sparkling water. The sun is starting to dip lower, casting a golden hue over the park. You feel a wave of drowsiness hit you out of nowhere, the familiar sensation that precedes an episode. You try to shake it off, blinking rapidly and straightening your posture.

Morpheus' eyes are on you, a flicker of concern passing through them. You can tell he senses something is wrong.

Before you can excuse yourself, your vision blurs and your legs buckle. The world tilts and you feel yourself falling. Panic surges through you but then, strong arms catch you before you hit the ground.

Morpheus holds you with surprising gentleness, his expression calm but focused. He lowers you carefully to the grass, cradling your head to avoid any impact.

The sounds of the picnic fade into a distant murmur as darkness envelops you. Morpheus’ presence remains a constant anchor in the haze of your mind.

"Rest now," his voice soothes, wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

In the space between wakefulness and sleep, you sense his power enveloping you, creating a barrier against any potential harm. It’s as if he’s guiding your descent into slumber, ensuring it’s safe and peaceful.

You surrender to the pull of sleep, trusting in Morpheus' care.

You open your eyes to find yourself standing in the familiar yet surreal landscape of the Dreaming. The sky shifts through shades of twilight, and the ground beneath your feet feels both solid and fluid. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The embarrassment of having an episode in front of Morpheus burns hot in your chest.

You look around, and there he is, standing a few paces away. His presence is as imposing as ever, yet there’s a softness in his gaze that wasn’t there before.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, your voice echoing slightly in the dreamscape. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Morpheus steps closer, his movements graceful and assured. "There is no need for apologies," he says, his tone calm and soothing. "It was not something within your control."

You shift uncomfortably, still feeling the weight of your embarrassment. "But it happened in front of everyone... and you."

He regards you with an understanding expression. "I am glad I was there to prevent you from injuring yourself," he states simply.

His words take you by surprise, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you. "Thank you," you manage to say, feeling a bit more at ease. It is still embarrassing though.

Morpheus nods slightly. "Your well-being is important, whether in the waking world or the Dreaming."

You glance around at the dreamscape, noting how it seems to respond to your emotions—colors shifting, shapes morphing subtly. You take another deep breath, trying to calm yourself further.

"It’s just... it’s hard," you admit, meeting his gaze again. "Living with this condition."

Morpheus’ eyes soften even more, if that’s possible. "I understand," he says quietly. "The line between our worlds is thin for some."

You nod slowly, feeling understood in a way you hadn’t expected. The embarrassment starts to fade as you realize that Morpheus doesn’t see your condition as a weakness or something to be ashamed of. Just something that is.

"Thank you," you say again, this time with more confidence.

Morpheus nods at your thanks, his presence a steadying force in the ever-shifting landscape of the Dreaming. You feel the ground beneath your feet firm up slightly, a reflection of your calming nerves.

"Shall we walk?" he suggests, extending a hand towards a path that winds through a forest of glowing trees. Their branches sway gently, emitting soft, pulsating lights.

You nod, falling into step beside him. The path feels both familiar and foreign, like a memory you can’t quite place. The sounds of the picnic are distant now, replaced by the whispers of the trees and the soft crunch of leaves underfoot.

As you walk, you steal glances at Morpheus. His expression is serene, his eyes taking in the dreamscape with an almost paternal pride.

"Does it ever change for you?" you ask suddenly. "Being here, in the Dreaming?"

He looks at you, considering your question. "The Dreaming is always changing," he says thoughtfully. "It reflects the minds and souls of those who inhabit it."

You ponder this as you walk. "And does it reflect your mind too?"

Morpheus smiles faintly. "In ways both subtle and overt," he admits.

You feel a sense of connection to this place, as if your presence here has more meaning than you realize. The trees part to reveal a tranquil lake, its surface like glass reflecting the twilight sky.

Morpheus stops at the water's edge and turns to face you. "This is a place where you can find solace," he says quietly. "A refuge from the chaos of both worlds."

You kneel down and touch the water's surface with your fingertips. It’s cool and soothing, sending ripples across the mirror-like lake. Peace trickles into your body.

"Thank you," you say again, feeling more at ease in his presence.

Morpheus watches you with an unreadable expression before speaking again. "Remember that you are not alone in navigating the spaces between dreams and reality. "

His words make warmth bloom within you. You rise to your feet and meet his gaze with a smile.

"I'll try to remember that," you reply.

The two of you stand there for a moment longer, absorbing the tranquility of the scene.

"Are you ready to return?" he asks softly. You blink at him. He could wake you up this whole time??

Date Published: 8/14/24

Last Edit: 8/14/24

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[crimeronan]

i ended up in the really REALLY bougie part of portland while doordashing today (like, as in, the places built for people who don't work because their job is having an investment portfolio. more specifically the part of the southwest hills that goes beyond the neighborhood's 900k average home price to just be individual mansions sitting on top of individual hills imperiously looking down on the millions of people in the city below) and the Entire Time, i was like. waow. i bet a lot of people in these houses have called corporate security firms over the past few days. i bet there've been a lot of calls to therapists about uncontrollable panic attacks. i bet a lot of these people have been scared to walk their dogs and smile at their equally-rich neighbors in the evenings. i bet a lot of these people just bought body armor to wear when they go for a jog. i bet there's a lot of talk about how a super nice man is dead and no one even cares that he was super nice. i bet this multi-millionaire just had me deliver him 8 burger king meals because he's suddenly realized life is meaningless and death is coming for him and there is no point in pretending to be above cheap comfort food.

waow.

today is such a beautiful and wonderful day!

[shayminlucario07]

You know what? Iconic.

pride month is nearly upon us. but more importantly its almost the one year anniversary of the burger king top/bottom burgers

[alexanderwales]

One of the more pointlessly frustrating things that ever happened to me was getting an email that told me I was switching cell phone carriers. The email just said "Notice: Your Verizon Wireless service is transitioning to AT&T". This was back in 2010, when that was a slightly bigger deal, since LTE wasn't widely available in the United States at the time. Verizon was using one standard, AT&T was using the other, and most phones could not switch between the two because they required fundamentally different hardware.

The email said that they were going to get me a new phone, and that my Verizon plan would become an AT&T plan in some kind of bastardized version of grandfathering, without changing the rate I was paying.

It did not explain to me why this was happening, or how, and I didn't find out until later, in spite of a few emails inquiring what the fuck they thought they were doing.

This was the biggest pain in the ass I have ever experienced. I was one of a group of people this was happening to, but it was a small group of mostly rural customers, and between the time I'd signed up with Verizon and when the switch happened, I had moved away from where virtually all the other customers were. I had no way of knowing this at the time, but it meant that when I went to the AT&T store, they had not had any training whatsoever in what was supposed to happen. They didn't believe me until I showed them the documentation, and even then, I think they were a little skeptical. Managers were called.

Eventually I got it sorted out, but it was even more complicated than it needed to be because my dad had been the one to sign me up for the phone (I was in college at the time) and his name was the one on the account. He lived four hours away from me, and AT&T did not seem to know what to do about this whole thing.

But I did, eventually, learn how and why I was being made to switch carriers.

What had happened is that back in 2008, two years prior, Verizon announced that it was set to acquire Alltel. This would have created a monopoly (Alltel and Verizon were significant competitors), so the FCC required that part of Alltel would be spun off into its own company that would remain independent in order to ensure that there was market competition, particularly in rural areas. AT&T then snapped up some of the remaining pieces of Alltel. In theory this should not have affected me, because I was a Verizon customer, not an Alltel or AT&T customer.

So what happened to me was more complicated.

As background, the FCC divides cell phone markets into Cellular Market Areas (CMAs), which are then either Metropolitan Statistical Areas (MSAs) or Rural Service Areas (RSAs). There are about 750 total CMAs in the United States.

Back in 2005, Alltel acquired Midwest Wireless Holdings. There was a consent decree in 2006 that required them to divest markets that would have been anticompetitive, and four of those RSAs were then snatched up by Rural Cellular Corporation. Rural Cellular was then bought by Verizon in 2009.

So there was one single RSA, out of 750 in the United States, which was covered by the Alltel/Midwest consent decree and the Alltel/Verizon consent decree, and for all this merger madness to go ahead, it was agreed that Verizon could acquire everything in that RSA conditional on "prompt redivestiture" to a buyer approved by the DOJ. Most of these customers would go from being Alltel customers to being customers of someone else, not Verizon, but Verizon did also have to give up some of their own original customers.

Here is the punchline: the Department of Justice, in order to promote competition in the free market, forced me to change carriers to someone I did not choose for myself. Like if I was about to go to Burger King and they forced me to go to McDonald's instead so that there would be "fair competition". Absolutely ludicrous, at least from my perspective.

Anyway, this was all back in 2010, so ... thanks, Obama.

[calware]

ads are so prevelant and important when talking about the ethics of corporations and for what. google stealing your privacy and data to sell to advertisers and for what. being forced to watch 2 30 second unskippable ads before a youtube video and for what. webpages being rendered unusable because they're so littered with ads and for what. so honda can try to get me to buy a car? so turbotax can try to get me to sign up for their service? so burger king will get me to buy a sandwich? when has that ever worked?? i have never seen an ad and went "oh i need to go spend money on this now" like are ads even effective anymore?? what is the point of it all??? what is the point. i'm going insane

[starlightshadowsworld]

BDS is a Palestinian lead movement that gives information and guidance on boycotting things supporting Israel in the Free Palestine movement.

And they have released a new list. Which you can find here or at bdsmovement.net in the updates area.

They've split them into 4 categories:

1. Consumer Boycotts:

These are what you've probably already seen on their site. The BDS movement calls for a complete boycott of these brands.

These are: AXA, Puma, hp (Hewlett Packard), Siemans, Sodastream, Carrerfour, AHAVA, RE/MAX. As well any thing marked as "produced in Israel."

2. Divestment targets:

These are targets that BDS are trying to pressure governments, Universities and other institutions into stop using.

These are: Elbit systems, CAF, Volvo, Chevron, CAT, Barclays, HIK vision, JCB, HD Hyundai.

3. Pressure (Non Boycott) targets:

These are brands and services BDS are wanting to pressure to end their complicity in the Israeli aphartied.

These are: Amazon, Google, Expedia, Air bnb Booking.com, Disney.

4. Grassroot Organic boycotting targets:

These are the brands and services BDS didn't initatie in boycotting. What was started from things like social media, and BDS support people openly boycotting them.

These are: McDonald's, Burger King, PapaJohns, Pizza Hut, Wix etc.

All them go here, your Starbucks, your coca cola, Disney, that a lot of people have begun boycotting and calling out for that have taken root.

BDS do emphasise that a small targeted amount is best, it's what's worked for them in the past and present.

And what they've complied are the ones that they believe will have a bigger impact.

That being said they do note that "all peaceful popular efforts, including boycott and divestment, to hold all genuinely complicit corporations (and institutions) accountable for supporting Israel’s grave violations of Palestinian rights are justified and called for."

I suggest going to their website bdsmovement.net to see why they've chosen these specifically, and if you just wanna know more.