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You're Dead to Me, Kelloggs

Thank's to this handy online petition, not only can I confirm that the management of Kelloggs are total clueless dicks for dropping their sponsorship of Michael Phelps, but that one of their founders was a total pervert.

Read all about it - John Harvey Kellogg, a certified A-grade lunatic who, after considering the terrible problem of women who masturbate, concluded that:
"the application of pure carbolic acid to the clitoris an excellent means of allaying the abnormal excitement."
Among the solutions for boys? Sewing the foreskin shut, and electric shocks.

Screw you, Kelloggs. To scared to make a stand and support a sporting legend who smokes pot? Your weird pervert of a founder set your moral standards in the gutter. Sure, your corn flakes are delicious, but the game is up. I'm going to Subway instead.

1 Responses to “You're Dead to Me, Kelloggs”

  1. # Blogger chitgo

    Its scary how global 'brands' are repositories of some of the smartest (conventional wisdom) people on the planet and yet as a collective unit, consistently redefine boundaries of stupidity.

    Phelps is insanely awesome and was probably one of the 'niche' athletes available to the brand to promote the healthy nature of their product.

    Idiots  

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