Dear Readers

February 15, 2015

Dear Readers,

The Bedlam & Chaos Review started as student project during my studies at Towson University. Since I’ve been getting a few views and comments recently, I’m dusting off this blog and giving it some much needed attention.

I’m also modifying the scope and direction of the blog to stick more closely to commentary on news, media, and culture.

I still might include an essay or two that I write for a professor, but my primary intent is to speak in my blog voice about topics we encounter via modern media.

I’m nearing the end of my time at Towson University, and I feel it is time to break free and explore the world on my own terms.

Please feel free to comment and even disagree with me. I promise to limit moderation in the discussion section to a bare minimum.

You can be as harsh with me as you wish, but I do ask that you be polite to each other in the comments section.

On the off chance that I do get a following in here, I guess that I’ll have to establish a clear code of conduct, but for now that is all the guidance I’m giving you.

I hope you’ll enjoy my thoughts and voice as I continue to develop The Bedlam & Chaos Review.

Warm Regards,

D. Chris Draughn



The Pretender


Jackson Browne – 1976

“I’m going to be a happy idiot

And struggle for the legal tender

Where the ads take aim and lay their claim

To the heart and the soul of the spender

And believe in whatever may lie

In those things that money can buy” 


I am one of those people who pretend to avoid TV commercials as much as possible. If I am watching a program or TV news broadcast, I usually have a book in my lap and I automatically focus my attention to the book as soon as a commercial comes on. Since I am letting you peek at the real me, I’ll confess that the book is really an iPad that gushes forth advertising even more efficiently than its big brother the TV. I just like pretending that I read books and watch TV simultaneously.

When my professor asked our class to make a log of every advertisement we encountered on a particular day, I grumbled inwardly but flashed a happy smile when she finished announcing the assignment, remember, I am the consummate pretender.

The only type of advertising that I truly despise is junk mail, because it is a pesky intrusion that always threatens to conceal a crucial piece of correspondence, and that is the only reason I pick through it, honestly!

The first thing that I do when I come home is stand beside the trash can double checking the junk mail for an important bill or letter before tossing the entire stack of paper in the trash.

However, junk mailers are clever enough to know that people automatically toss the bulk of their efforts, because some of them try to disguise their advertisements in official looking envelopes.

I own a Toyota FJ Cruiser and I simply love the vehicle, but recently, I got a letter from Toyota in what looked like an official US Government envelope.

On the envelope there was a cryptic return address, a seal that resembled the US Presidential Seal, and a stern warning to anyone attempting to interfere with the delivery of this letter to the intended recipient, that a five year prison sentence was a possible consequence.

Of course, I immediately ripped open the letter thinking the IRS or some other government agency was after me. Nope, nothing of the sort, my Toyota warranty was about to expire, so the fine folks at Toyota just wanted to be sure that they got the chance to offer me an extended warranty.

Although Toyota ticked me off with that little stunt, I’ll forgive them because they make a damned fine automobile, and because I am a staunch capitalist at heart.

Seriously, how can I hold a grudge against Toyota when P.T. Barnum is one of my heroes?

Yes, Barnum, who promoted hoaxes and who was widely credited with coining the phrase, “there’s a sucker born every minute” is one of my heroes. I try my damnedest not to be a sucker, so when an advertiser hooks me with something clever, it is hard not to give them a nod for getting through my defenses.

Let the advertisers battle for my attention and brand loyalty, it makes me feel special and important. It even allows me the opportunity to pretend that I am far too sophisticated to be a sucker for a slick and cheesy marketing ploy, but we know the truth, don’t we?