Toying with the Mouths of Choking Hazards

Ethan Switch - Monday, 8 December 2003 - 08:32:55 - print it raw

Boxing Day across the country will be lesser strewn with the images of choking children no thanks to the recall and ban of a few toys. A list of which at this time seems to have more weighting toward the animal sets. Falling, breaking and chipping bits and pieces are all the signs of a toy getting the nod. Another has been the country of slave/child labour origin. News of this recycles itself every year with intent that may seem good on the outset but fails miserably in the checking of the population.

With horror being a word on such a relative frame of mind, the need to clean out the crematoriums and grave sites for the new year occurs like clockwork. Graveyard breathing disguised as consumer awareness.

 

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