The Black Operator Is Still At Large
And There's Nothing You Can Do About It
Update On WinstonSalemite's Stupid Comeback To Tobacco Vending Ban ( Art-O-Mat® )
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One tobacco advertiser direct marketing cigarettes to children is now responsible for the inception of fifty million four year old cigarette addicts in Indonesia.
This man does not want me telling you who is. But I am telling you.
Read this page.
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Brief overview:
Art-O-Mat was started in 1997.
The rate of four year old cigarette addiction in Indonesia is 1 in 50 children.
The youth dependency rate of Indonesia is 41%.
The population of Indonesia is 249.9 million.
Art-O-Mat is an advertisement for cigarettes that its founder is fronting as a "social experiment", which it is not.
It is a business that has been active for twenty years.
Do the math.
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Why Art-O-Mat is not only counterproductive but abusive.
1. Art-O-Mat informs and reminds children that they can get away with obtaining and using tobacco product. It does not inform and remind them of anything else whatsoever and I am not wrong about this. Take a close look at what this is. It's a cigarette machine, which advertises the tobacco industry's history and continued success, by cleverly pretending to distribute art!
2. Tobacco companies are now focused on the countries where they can get away with it, and marketing directly to children. If you need citation on this just type Indonesia Smoking Kids into YouTube or view this video specifically: How Indonesian Kids Are Getting Hooked On Cigarettes
3. Convincing hundreds of people to play along with an abusive mind game involving children is disrespectful to say the least, and donating a quarter of your personal profit margin to an elementary school doesn't compensate. If this guy had any integrity he would donate all of it, and abandon the activity immediately.
4. Art is just another vice. If you're having trouble understanding and agreeing with this, remind yourself of the source. Where did you get it? A vending machine? That in itself requires no further inquiry, such as why and wether it's because someone else did it and you heard the cellophane crinkle.
5. Demoting yourself by saying you hope your activity doesn't backfire shows that it both will and should. Someone who says that makes it obvious they're not where they need to be.
6. Throwing gang signs isn't showing that you own your power. It doesn't even show that you're a mature adult. Get out of my art gallery with that garbage. Go to where people do that and do it there
7. Art-O-Mat was not created by it's current manager in response to a Pavlovian reaction to a snack wrapper. It was created by a cigarette addicted minor experiencing Pavlovian calls to actual cigarette wrappers, as a bad joke and sting on capitalism while under the influence of the illegal psychedelic drug psilocybin, with help from a cocaine addicted illegal Mexican immigrant who got the cocaine he was high on when he and the kid shook hands on this idea directly from Klaus Nomi and David Bowie who happened to be in town. The date this occurred was new year's eve of 1992. These two individuals names are Sebastian Matias and Emmanuel Teijeiro, who created both Art-O-Mat and Artists In Cellophane by name, before altering his own name to match that of the owner of Beef Burger Corporation in New Jersey so that the guy who manufactured and distributed meat to every fast food chain you can think of no longer owns the monopoly on his own identity.
8. Clark reported that some children pointed out that there were still cigarettes in his vending machines to a dj on npr. He is in fact aware of the truth of this, but he thinks he's "in on it"
Unwind one of the five hundred copper wire scorpions he paid me to manufacture and ship to him to reveal a length of copper wire that can loop someone's neck and kill them instantly with very little effort, placed in the hands of children, and tell me how that translates. Not only do these machines still vend cigarettes but also contraband, pornography, and occult paraphernalia (voodoo dolls, mojo bags, various charms. (defunct links removed)).
1 in 50 Indonesian children start smoking at age 4. Support our cause by sharing this message with at least one person to spread awareness and force an asap Art-O-Mat shutdown.
9. Anyone else notice how Art-O-Mat media is closed to outside input like open comment threads? You can't hide from the internet, chump. And we can all see you on the street.
Whoops!
10. The preceding nine points explain why Clark doesn't actually own Art-O-Mat or anything else for that matter. No one does, and the merchandise is all dross influence draining the energy of anyone possessing it.
It wouldn't matter, following that, if new vendors not containing cigarette merchandising history were constructed for art, because vending and commerce in and of themselves are an equivalent hoax and invalid pursuit. If you want to share art with each other, learn how to actually do that. There is a way. The things in those machines are not art, and the mat is you.
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Jeff Wagg (collegeofcuriosity.com and Art-O-Mat® artist) says: I don't see the connection, and Art-O-Mat markets to adults, not children. If you want to fight the tobacco industry I suggest you choose a more appropriate target because Art-O-Mat doesn't contain cigarettes.
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Everything is connected, like your palm to your dick while you spank it to that photo of the pretty skinny girl in blue jeans standing in front of the cigarette machine pretending to vend art to children that as a result start smoking at age four in Indonesia. Just because you lack the integrity to acknowledge your awareness of this connection doesn't mean someone else won't. Nice try.
Let's look at some pictures now to clear up what smarty at curiosity college here just said about Art-O-Mat not marketing to children and dig a deeper hole for him. Remember now, again, as you're looking at these, that you know all of our names. We are not hiding. This is all in plain view.
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