On the radio recently I heard a commercial for a local company that finished with the tagline:
Our promise. Your performance.
It sounds like something inspired by the ubiquitous Microsoft ad campaign:
Your potential. Our passion.
This leads me to speculate that countless other alliterative p-slogans must exist out in thesauruspace, if only we have the perspicacity to produce them. Consider the pro-environmental:
Our planet. Your pollution.
... or the proto-capitalistic caricature:
My product. My profit.
Then there's today's top pharmaceutical priority:
Our pill. Your potency.
... and the procreatively linked:
His paternity. Her pregnancy.
On the less polite side, the sadistic:
Your pain. My pleasure.
... points toward the powerhouse business of the Internet:
Your perversion. Our pornography.
Could this entire profligacy of promotional p-ness be a pale echo of the preeminent Cold War motto of the USAF Strategic Air Command? In my youth I saw, painted prominently on the water reservoir at the local military post:
Peace is our profession.
It lacks the pairwise parallelism of the present-day plethora of preferred proverbs, but the proto-concept is present ...