The Dangers of Wen
"i didn't know what to think," she shrugged, her hands in front like she was holding a potted plant, "i received a promotional notice in my email for WEN hair care, it was convenient and easy," she pleaded, "i always saw the WEN tv
ads too late at night to phone in an order and never remembered to look up the website, so this "promotion" made it easy, because i was interested in the product, it just fell into my lap after a long while of considering the purchase"
"and so we heard about what happened. would you please tell us how it was that
they used your name and finances to traffic in slavery?"
"the WEN site that was linked to the email was a false front. my personal/credit and computer address info was placed in compromise and then used to fund some kind of transfers"
"oh my goodness! then what happened?"
"i was taken away by FBI agents and locked in a psychiatric cell for 37 days"
"why a psychiatric cell?"
"because i told them they were crazy to think i'd be involved in anything like that."
"what do you mean?"
"in that situation, they took what i said to be offensive or dangerous to them or something, and i was simply expressing myself in the same way i usually would do,
nothing loud or abrasive, just incisive. i think i accidentally hypnotized them with the word "crazy" (it rang a bell somewhere in each of them i mean hello) and they turned it back on me, it's what they are trained to do like a knee-jerk reaction, it was easy to lock me up if i was "crazy". and it was nothing more than a kind of cruel discrimination, especially if they thought i really WAS crazy, which they didn't, not really. imagine how people with real mental disorders can be treated like slaves, that's the whole thing about it."
"you use the word "slaves", what do you mean by that?"
"they are segregated and kept down, medicated and tossed around."
"and so what happened finally?"
"i was finally let go with no charges but i am now having the battle of my life trying to get my children out of the foster system"
"well we're holding your children backstage, and here they are! c'mon out kids!"
"Mama! mama! MaMa!"
the camera pans the children rushing onstage and closes in on the group hug, Cody is grinning, swinging her arms aw shucks.
"now we understand, dear, that the courts wont allow you to take the children home, but i have received permission to bring the children to my house where my nanny will see to their needs, and you can come and visit, until the whole deal is done."
"oh my god, my kids are gonna live with Cody Cowlick! that's gotta be the best thing in the world! thank you! thank you!"
"oh it's no trouble, and you're welcome any time i'll get your paw-print for the door-scanner, and you can come in."
"kids, what do you think?"
"she has six video game stations"
"a swimming pool and garden on top of a building"
"an aviary and a complete tech studio with kid-friendly computers"
"she even has a sauna and steam bath big enough for fifteen people"
"wow that sounds great. ok, let's do this!"
(((((((((((((group))))))))))))))))
"then, i hope you'll come over for dinner tomorrow, don't leave before i can scan your paws......thanks everyone, this is Cody Cowlick for the network. good night.
