Two of the gymroids had a falling out over some political group texts postings. One guy dropped out of the group. These two have been friends since college, I think. One is an anti-Trumper. That is easy, of course. Posting shit about Trump is like. . . well, take your pick. If you are a loyalist, there isn't much to say but, "Yea. . . you're an asshole." I mean, Trumpers are getting really nasty. What other choice do you have when your King posts a video on his own social platform of himself wearing a crown, flying a jet, and dropping shit on protestors (link).
On the other hand, they are often right about the left. O.K. I just wanted to say that. But the left is no longer liberal, and liberals have been made to look like a bunch of seventy year old burned out former hippies who chant old protest slogans in tie-dye and Birkenstocks. The left gave up a lot when they gave up "sexy." The left used to "make love, not war," but they eschewed glamor. The right ran with it and now they have all the sexy cokehead beauty queens and influencers. The left have people hidden in Intifada scarves and crackheads dressed like frogs.
I don't know, but few people do. Most of us would like to lop off the left and the right and just leave the middle.
But one shouldn't talk politics in public. Like Homer Simpson told Bart, "Don't say anything unless you are sure that everybody agrees." It's the Rule of the American Playground.
At least Trump solved the whole Middle East situation.
O.K. I'm done. My point? I guess it is that I like sexy and I don't hate glamor. Yea. . . I guess that's pretty much it.
As the old line went, "Don't hate be because I'm beautiful."
Was. I was a young lad in his mid to late fifties then. I made this video in an AI app using two photographs, the first and last frames of this clip. AI did everything else. People like the wind blowing my hair. I tell them that used to happen to me all the time back then. Somehow, the "popped collar" got a lot of comments. "It says it all," some say. I'm not sure what that means.
But by then, I was past my prime. Still, I was a decade away from getting run over to near death. I'm going to find more sequenced photos of the me before I became Quasimodo and make more of these. I may be a narcissist, but I don't have a Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Trust me. I'm not like the others. . . .
I'm certain y'all have your own favorite pictures, too. What is squirrely about mine is that they are all selfies. Nobody ever took photos of me unless I was in a group, not even my parents. When my friends send me photos they've taken of me now, I look like something from the circus. They are all bad. I think my friends revel in sending them. Q sent one the other day of us drinking expensive whiskey on my deck. He laughed when I wrote that familiar line, "Why is it I look so bad in pictures and so good in the mirror?"
It seems true.
O.K. I should sum up here and make some breakfast for my mother. Trump's an evil idiot and the right are a lot of retarded pit bulls. The left are pro-terror and want to put an end to sexy (sexism). The middle likes to binge on t.v. shows (I forgot to put that in), and I looked a lot better in the past than I do now.
And never forget--children are the future.
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