In this potent piece of advertising, we see a carefully crafted 'American Dream' on full display. Scenes from War & Peace can be seen floating over the horizon, as mundane minute-men on the clock count tick-tock tickets andbecome heroes, Jungian archetypes, kissing kin, returning to the commerce altar... At the core of its myth, synergistic poetic rhythm and blue-collar-blues (music, images, and blue collar values) provide the dualistic interpretation of its cultural message. Exoterically, the sensuous surface or conscious layer (active ingredients or theatrical elements) of this ad attach its high-definition pattern of perception to the melting pot populaces prowess, and the 'bad boys from Boston' (Aerosmith) allow Walmart to blend their opioid-fueled soundscape with patriotic service and progressive fidelity in order to manufacture a fixed perspective for the Cylon-esque crowd (do androids dream of eclectic Walmart commercials?). As the age of information, automation, and Amazon, obsolesce the old service environment, Walmart must scramble to use the rapidly fading and aging folklore of the 20th century to reinvigorate its consumer base and sociopolitical position. Ironically, the globalist multi-nationalist corporation tries to emulate the shadow of 'Trump Tower' to distort the vision of middle-class America as it attempts to regressively retrofit its identity with industrious sentiment through a minute+ of commercial psychological propaganda. Nonetheless, the esoteric sacrifice bleeds through Walmart's 'jobs' campaign and we're left with the gift of death, a secret hidden in our modern montage media.
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sampling such sardonic lines in order to subconsciously tie down the 'down-to-earth' market... See, 'down-to-earth' people do down to earth things, and the audio-visual cryptogram may only be observed and critiqued through careful examination, because the secrets of the psyche remain hidden or inaccessible for those psychologically involved in the drama on stage.
"So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh."
The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr.
Remember, you need more than one note to make beautiful music.
Love is the missing link!