We all know about the old skool cigarette and alcohol ads that utilized physician recommendations. You know ‘more doctors smoke Camels than any other brand’ and all that shit. Everyone’s hyper-aware of the mass media mind fleecing that went on back in the day, and today, truly lame ad campaigns get called out and hung out to dry within minutes of going public. This watchdogging used to be the job of weekly papers and zines—and Spy Magazine—but the information superhighway does it faster and freer than any of those ancient mediums.

This evening, without even trying to unearth a rare form of Mad Mennigitis, I stumbled upon a series of TV commercials that truly freaked me out—The Flintstones hocking Winston cigarettes. This is a campaign Donald Draper (the new old Donald) would be proud of, just like he’s proud of walking out of an affair cos the chick talked at the wrong time.

Check out some of these spots:

After months of design and planning, the Dangerbird Blog is finally live. I don’t have a lot of time to write a post at the moment. So I’ll let my man Mark Steven Wong do the talking…. (I owned this guitar back in the day. What can I say?)