"White Rabbit" promoting luxury cruises is about the last straw for me. My camel's back is broke. The only thing the ad hacks who wrote that commercial wanted was a top-charting song from the youth of the target audience. All we gotta do is hear, "One pill makes you larger. . ." and we snap our necks to the tee vee, where we see that we can gather up our own sweet Gracie and travel the world, makin' free love in our own little $10,000 cabin, stopping off at sunny beaches and Grace (poor Grace) finishes off the song, "Feed your head. . . ." Since it's a short spot and they have to tell us about the cruise line; those are the only words we have time for. I doubt the ad hacks who scripted that putrid piece of commercial literature know a single thing about the Jefferson Airplane, or the culture that surrounded them, which they helped to define. I doubt they could name the singer--though they could probably tell you the terms of the contract that allowed them to use the lyrics--or name another song from the same group. I doubt that anyone involved in the production was born when "White Rabbit" came out. They have no idea what an insult this is to the whole "target group" at which they think they aimed this stink-work. I know this has been coming a long time, but I've been able so far to smile and go along for the ride. This is too much. I'm disconsolate.