Putin helped tRump get elected. He thought he could then control the man in the White House, because he has leverage. He has the ‘golden shower’ tapes. His plan fell apart because he didn’t realize that tRump would be so ineffective as president that he couldn’t even help himself, let alone Putin.
Because the man knows about being full of shit.
As Trump’s hotels continue to hemorrhage cash, and the only money he can rake in comes from siphoning off donations from other rich asshats and deluded poor people who think he can keep the scary dark people away, the Donald is looking for more ways to stay however rich he still is… you know, like by starting new product lines for businesses that he was supposed to have divested himself from.
In the spirit of helpfulness, I am going to try to come up with some ideas to help the guy out.
Fell free to chime in with ideas of your own.
I am still playing around with those macro lens filters loaned to me by my son-in-law, which, I remind you, don’t have lenses in them, they just move the lens inside your camera and the one on the regular attachment further apart. I am trying to figure out which size macro lens… or non-lens… is my favorite.
I took all these with the 36 mm one, which is the biggest. Tomorrow, I will try one of the other ones again. I have three sizes.
I didn’t use any artistic digital filters on any of these images. Fell free to guess what they are photos of.
I am still learning stuff… like the fact that if there is any dust or dirt on the object you are taking photos of, you can see it all.
And you do have to manually adjust your focus. No auto focus with macro photography.
I think I am getting better. These are at least as good as the flower pictures I started off with… except for the dirt, I mean.
The problem is, I dusted the outside of the object in question, but then took some shots of the inside, near the top… which I didn’t dust. I do love the tiny bubbles though!
Imperfections and all, the world, when viewed close up, is a magical place.
If you guessed that these were all photos of that first vase I made at my glass blowing class, you win a free, all expense paid visit… to my blog.
Neon alien… good name for a punk band.
Groovy rainbow alien… good name for what was going on in my head during most of the 70’s.
Dark alien… good name for a sci-fi television series.
Instead of making up funny captions, I could tell you about this alien species.
Ha… space alien! They are called the XXo, which is pronounced: zho- with a soft ‘zh’ sound, and a hard ‘o’. You sort of have to make a buzzing sound for the ‘zh’ part.
Humans often call them the ‘Giant Broccoli’, because they do look a little like really big broccoli, except they have tentacles instead of littlerplant nubs. They are big, standing more than eight feet tall, not including the tentacles. They can stand upright on either set of tentacles. In fact, they are a rarity of nature, being symmetrical not only side to side, but top to bottom as well.
Their eyes form a belt around their waists, or midpoints, or the middle of their torsos, or whatever, interspersed with small, vertical mouth slits. They can see in any and all directions, and use any of their mouths to speak with.
You don’t want to make one angry.
There is the original picture I did of a Xxo in Photoshop.
No, it isn’t molten gold…
Or a really good acid trip…
It isn’t an impressionist painting…
It isn’t an abstract painting…
Or a surrealist painting…
It isn’t a nightmare…
It isn’t a dreamscape…
It isn’t flight of fancy…
It isn’t outer space…
It isn’t inner space…
It isn’t reality…
It isn’t heaven…
And it isn’t hell…
What it is, is all those things. But mostly, it is a close up macro photo I took of our fake marble kitchen counter top…
I just used some digital filters to make it all those other things, so now it is all those things and more… it is art.
There was a lovely sunset the other night, which I watched from my little guard house.
These aren’t bad pictures, considering I took them with my cell phone, and couldn’t move more than a few feet from my post.
The poor people once again tried to infiltrate the exclusive private community which I guard. We drove them off with fire arrows and Bald Eagles, which are trained to rip the balloons into shreds…
Yay! I got one with a fire arrow!!! (Not really. No balloons were harmed in the making of this post. That is just the big gas flame heating the air to make the balloon rise).
But I had you worried for a minute there, didn’t I?
The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a thermonuclear first strike.
So, despite living in a Southern state, this guy, due to mental issues, was not supposed to have his guns anymore. They were taken away. But only because he showed up near the White House at some point, was acting crazy, and wouldn’t leave.
Then, his dad just gave him back his guns. Did anybody see that loophole coming?
It does feel like maybe if more crazy people with guns showed up near the White House that some kind of gun legislation might be passed… very quickly.
After the ‘historic talks’ go completely off the rails, I suppose that these two will spend the next few days doing what the common people in their respective countries will be doing… watching the skies for incoming missile strikes.
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