“I never got the mesmerizing, powerful speaker thing the left swooned over.”
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Yeah. I didn’t either. He was good at reading a Teleprompter, but when going off it and trying to wing it, he was a stammering fool. Just terrible.
Every iota of Barko bogus, so I realized fairly quickly the left shoveling horse poop lines about his awesome oratory skills was just another wonderful “accessory” listed on the window sticker of this wreck they sold us.
“No need to peek under hood, folks. Along with the mesmerizing speech patterns, he’s articulate and clean, an IQ off the charts, perfect creases in his pants and never has a sweater tag flipped to the outside.”
Reminds me of the Earl Scheib paint jobs you could get for $29.95.
Reminds me of the Earl Scheib paint jobs you could get for $29.95.
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Now there’s a blast from the past!
My "useless" Art degree taught me quite a bit, but you have to resist the programming to be able to see things clearly. It taught about subliminal messages, and the power of "everyone else thinks so."
If you listen to Frank Sinatra now, yeah, he's okay. Smooth, mellow voice, but how did he become huge?
We know the mob was pushing him, but when he first got started, girls would swoon and faint when he sang. It was a gag that was even pushed in the old Looney Tunes cartoons. Except those girls were paid to swoon and faint. So, the guy had a smooth, mellow voice that was calming, a really good orchestra backing him up, and a group of handlers relentlessly pushing the narrative that he was the greatest singer in the world.
Dittos for Obama, except they also silenced anyone who pointed out that he's not that talented.
Reminds me of the Earl Scheib paint jobs you could get for $29.95.
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“Any color, same price. And if you roll down the windows, we’ll paint the interior too!”
And his wife is a beautiful fashion icon.