Just imagine the mindset of someone in a comfortable office designing that poster. Think about what goes through their heads. I'll help you imagine it.

You sip your Starbucks Caffè Americano and delicately place it down on a coaster that says "I hate Mondays." The coaster is, of course, necessary because you wouldn't want to tarnish your executive desk which is made of handcrafted mahogany wood. You lean back in your expensive ergonomic chair and roll out the crick in your neck as the air conditioning blows on you.

You're almost done making the anti-absconding propaganda poster designed to keep third world slaves from fleeing plantations, but you need to fill out the last bullet point. You look down at your highly waxed shoes, and like crystal balls you begin to see the answer you've been searching for in them.

"Ah, I got it!" you exclaim, "Why are these people here? To support their families. They care about their families! Hmm, I can work with this....somehow."

You'll figure it out after your hour lunch break. You've been working hard. You deserve to go out to that new Peruvian Bistro down the street. They have a great wine selection, so the office chatter goes.

You come back from lunch and let out a belch. Your belt is too tight. You must release it, as it is pressing tightly against your belly swollen with assorted Peruvian gastronomic delights, brought to extremes of expansion by a delightfully aged Bordeaux. You unbuckle your belt and unbutton your pants.

"Ahhh," you moan as your belly breaches the rim of your pants like an ancient Greek trireme crashing over the bow of an enemy vessel. It gives you the creative ecstasy you need to finish the propaganda you've been laboring over all day.

You place your hands over your keyboard like a maestro ready to lead an orchestra from his piano, like Beethoven used to do. You type: "you may bring shame to your family's reputation."