Barky Bozo...Oh My Gosh you just gave me the best laugh of the year...
I don’t know how you come up with all these things, but you do and you brighten my day for weeks on end...
Good Job buddy...give that sweet wife of yours a hug and remember it takes a GREAT lady to put with a man with your sense of humor!!!
Yesterday I watched 20 minutes of the New Mexico rally — enough time to hear our President get into the swing of his talk. And I tell you what: the man never fails to fill my heart with pride and good cheer.
He naturally blends all the human emotions — anger, love, humor, and determination — in a way not seen in other men or women.
And just as his speech inspires We Patriots to keep the Faith, I'll bet our President's soul is also restored — from the exhaustion of his toil and suffering — by the devotion of his loyal followers. Waiting countless hours in line to hear and see him at a rally is how countless thousands honor and pay their thanks to this magnificent man on his mission from God.
* * *
As for the meme craft, I think it's a function of spending a few years playing around in GIMP and Excel. That's what gives you the confidence to go down rabbit holes.
The secret is to scan hundreds or thousands of choices on Google Images, then have the experience to guess which images will combine well on your electronic canvas.
I look for one powerful image to build upon. After that, it's simply a matter of giving your mind permission to roam, to experiment, and to chuckle to yourself when you find a combination that works.
How many "Never that Great" portraits did Leonardo Da Vinci paint of the Andrew Cuomos and Fredo Cuomos of his day? How many of his canvases did he trash, paint over, or sell for pennies on the dollar at a flea market?
The Works of Art that have survived the centuries are a select few out of hundreds the Great Masters produced.
* * * *
Countless essays have been written about the creative process, but this passage from Emerson is the best I've found:
There is no choice to genius. A great man does not wake up on some fine morning and say, "I am full of life, I will go to sea and find an Antarctic continent: to-day I will square the circle: I will ransack botany and find a new food for man". No, instead, he finds himself in the river of the thoughts and events, forced onward by the ideas and necessities of his contemporaries.
He stands where all the eyes of men look one way, and their hands all point in the direction in which he should go. The Church has reared him amidst rites and pomps, and he carries out the advice which her music gave him, and builds a cathedral needed by her chants and processions.
He finds a war raging: it educates him, by trumpet, in barracks, and he betters the instruction. He finds two counties groping to bring coal, or flour, or fish, from the place of production to the place of consumption, and he hits on a railroad.
Every master has found his materials collected, and his power lay in his sympathy with his people and in his love of the materials he wrought in. Men, nations, poets, artisans, women, all have worked for him, and he enters into their labors.
Choose any other thing, out of the line of tendency, out of the national feeling and history, and he would have all to do for himself: his powers would be expended in the first preparations.
Great genial power, one would almost say, consists in not being original at all; in being altogether receptive; in letting the world do all, and allowing the spirit of the hour to pass unobstructed through the mind.