All over my train station, there are these ads.
They have sullen, angry looking kids with their arms crossed staring out at you.
The tag line? "Where is the Love?"
The ads are supposed to convince me to foster these poor children.
Um, WHY do I want a sullen, cross-armed angry young person living in my home?
Oh, I see - there's this kid getting arrested. There's another sleeping on a park bench. And another waiting on school steps.
I see - they are trying to guilt me in to fostering these poor souls. That part might have worked. The part that turns me off, though, is the main image.
These kids look like they will stab you with your own kitchen knives.