Remember the PSAs at the end of G.I. Joe cartoons. It was like they plugged in some wholesome message at the end of the show so that your parents would let you watch a half hour of people blowing each other up interrupted periodically by commercials for toys that you just had to have? That didn't really work on my parents, who wouldn't even let me play with toy guns, so I had to go over to my friend Mike's house to watch it. Oops, I just let the cat out of the bag. I hope the statute of limitations is up on that one.
Anyway, if G.I. Joe had PSAs like these, I may have been able to watch it at home. (From For Tax Reasons.)
