Tag: Donald Trump

Photographer Fattens FLOTUS for Fourth – Reuters hasn’t changed.

That photo by Carlos Barrias [Reuters] of President and First Lady Trump looked a bit odd to me, because within seconds of that photo, Melania Trump dropped 30 pounds.

Reuters has a history of photojournalistic  malfeasance.

Carlos Barrias’ Reuters bio includes this gem:

“I was very moved after covering the earthquake in Haiti. I was one of the first journalists from Reuters to arrive, and I was there for about 45 days. It was long and tough. You can see human beings at their most basic instinct for survival.

It was a very weird feeling in Haiti because I know I was there doing my job, and I would like to feel that our job means something for people, but at the same time I felt powerless. What do you say when a kid comes to you and asks you for water and food, and you have nothing but a camera? I couldn’t answer that question, and I felt frustrated that I couldn’t do anything.”

[Confidential to @ReutersBarria: I don’t know you, never met you, but you’re full of sanctimonious crap. You were in Haiti for 45 days without food or water? Sure you were. Please click on this. The first 50 seconds are just for you.]

Character Assassination Hot Links

The Kiss.

Workout Music.

Old Time Hockey.

This is on sale in CGtrader.

The Best TV Spy Intro Ever.

The Best Wombat Movie Ever.

The Best PeeWee Herman Joke Ever.

“Smoking or Non-Smoking” is mortician slang for
“Cremation or Burial.” [h/t Jonco S.]

Sometimes it’s not always what you think it is.

In 1937, The Mass-Observation project began in the UK. Some consider it the grandfather of blogging.

In 2017, a theatrical department theorized that Hillary Clinton lost to Donald Trump because she’s a woman, so they reversed the genders and re-enacted the presidential debates verbatim, including body language and gestures. Afterwards they polled the audience. Male Hillary still lost. Full story here, complete video here.

Liberal Tolerance: Note how fast she goes from hate monger to playing the victim.

[Top image: Attendees of the 2019 WONDERCON in Anaheim, CA.]

The .GIF Friday Post No. 469 – Capitol Storm, #MAGA & Daylight in Washington D.C.

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Congratulations to President Trump.

It will take years to clean up the national and global messes created and promulgated by his predecessor and the Democrat Party. May his decisions be wise, the results productive, and may we become a more prosperous nation for all. God Bless America.

[1st & 3rd .gifs found here and here. I stitched the 2nd together from here and here and modified them for snark only.]

Clinton’s OmaHaHa

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Posted just for fun, from the Believe-It-Or-Don’t Department.

The .Gif Friday Post No. 424 – Hillary, Bernie, Donald & Ted and Obama

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Don’t read too much into this as I’m just messing around with JASC for the helluvit. Meanwhile a little birdy from Los Angeles sent me the following:

So it’s 2:15.  The Obama street closures are about to begin, and the airport traffic is expected to be a mess. Should I take the 10 East to the 710 south?

HELL NO. The manic motorhead doesn’t do tens. He does elevens.  I’m gonna drive it right down the fetid bloody gaping maw of the 405 South like a boss.

Ignoring the voice of the Waze app bitch, I jam down Centinela past National, past the 90, past Jefferson. I break into the 405 from Howard Hughes Parkway and head for LAX, to face almost certain death.

“Seems the flow is more sluggish than usual,” I think, “but it’s moving.” Then suddenly I see brake lights that stretch from here to San Ysidro. That’s when I make my move. Time for Exit 46.

TO IMPERIAL HIGHWAY – AND BEYOND!  *wooooosh*

Everything is going as planned. A mile down the road I jump the unsuspecting 105 East, run the Crenshaw exit lane to the end and merge like a pro. The Gods are surely smiling as I peel off to the Harbor Freeway South, but the patterns aren’t right… something is amiss.  Better exit 190th Street for good luck.

Sure enough, the 110 is at a standstill at the 405 interchange. My catlike instincts pay off again as I kick it down Figueroa to the next on ramp and hit it down the Weigh Station Only lane (merge) down the Avalon Boulevard exit only lane (merge) and then suffer a half-mile of stupid until I can veer into the Wilmington on ramp lane. From there it’s a cool breeze. Snaking on and off the 405 exits and entries, I bypass miles of suffering fools moving at 15 mph all the way to Long Beach. To them, I’m an unidentifiable blur of 99/100% pure awesome.

My journey takes less than 90 minutes. Not bad, considering the brutal and bloody odds stacked against me. Now it’s Miller Time, and I tip one to the poor bastards who don’t know the method of the madness. I pity them. I really do.

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Phi Do

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This either explains a lot, or it doesn’t.

[Found here. Related posts here and here. If it still doesn’t make sense to you, click here.]