The opposite of a Bulwer-Lytton!

How about a threefer with
Jerry
Lee
Lewis!

Reminds me of that Simon & Garfunkel lyric, along the lines of

…he’s so unhip
when you say Dylan
he thinks you’re talking about Dylan Thomas!
Whoever he was.

Old Man River. Old Man Hydra?

Beezchurger!
Chimkin nugget
flavor

Talk about looking at the past with distorting rose-colored glasses!

The compass… the circle.

Do you know what the Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation is?
It is a giant spherical compass of light, 46.5 billion light years from the center (that’s us) to the edge.
And this compass keeps on expanding ever wider, at the speed of light, in fact.

THIS in my view is the circle being traced by God in the painting.

Hey, Imaginary Percentages, cool!

i%

To generate Complex Demographic on a Cartesian plane.

And what did the working class do this election?
They gave the keys to the kingdom to the con men, and that includes the twitter and amazon assholes.
That’ll fix things! That’ll show 'em!

Because if it wasn’t Gaza, it would have been another excuse to not lift a lazy goddamned finger and still delude themselves into feeling "morally superior"while sitting on their fat mediocre asses at home.

Before Harris, they also leaned heavily on the “Sleepy Joe” bullshit and “two old white men up for election, who cares”. Once the old “Sleepy Joe” element was removed from the equation, they had to find a way to keep their goddamned stubbornly lazy and ignorant narrative intact.

Now that the election is over, most of these “concerned and outraged” deadweight assholes will never think about Gaza and the plight of its’ people again. And they will keep on feeling smug about themselves.

Because… Palestine? Or buttery males? Or because they will grab onto any excuse to sit on their lazy asses instead of voting, and that impulse to do nothing intensifies with a female presidential candidate?

Yes, it is retarded. Almost to the goddamned Middle Ages in some respects. And its’ younger generations are just as stunted and stupid as the boomers they howl against. The deaf and blind screaming at the deaf and blind.

Didn’t The French Connection also begin with cops in disguise, too?
I seem to remember it, but it also feels like my memory could be playing tricks on me.

Then the sun develops a fungal infection, and don’t scratch that itchy rash, it’ll only make it worse.

Knee deep in the hoopla
Smoking from a hookah

It’s like baseball, for cars!

It’s almost like some people aren’t there to watch the movie at all?
What could they possibly do? What could teenagers do that they couldn’t do at home with mom and dad and little pest of a brother/sister?

Great, now I’m seeing “teim” and not “team”.

Which reminds me of Mexican 7-Up knockoff Teem, which used to be in all the taco stands decades ago. Whatever happened to Teem? One day it was gone and no one seemed to notice it. It disappeared and life carried right on.
Did it disappear right around the time Sprite started showing up everywhere? I can’t remember.

Anyway, there’s no “i” in Teem. Carry on!

While filming Citizen Kane, director and star Orson Welles likened making a movie to playing with a toy train set, and that playful inventive spirit shines all throughout the movie.

Business Rabbit!
Executive Board Rabbit.

Ooh… shots fired across the bow of the Yellow Submarine!

C’mon, plucky little yellow fellow, torpedo the sh#t outta that blue meanie m#th#rf#ck#r!

This painting is briefly but intensely featured in Ken Russell’s berserk 80s movie “Gothic”, a fictional recounting of Lord Byron and friends getting together for demonic games one night in Byron’s castle on a Swiss lake island.
The hallucinations of that night planted the seed of an idea in Mary Shelley’s mind, which became the story of Frankenstein’s monster.