As my five or ten thousand friends and/or followers on Facebook know, there are days when I can go off on a tear of anti-Trump memes. Some have accused me of having the notorious TDS.
That is ironic because if anything is deranged it would be supporting a man who declares war on another country based on gut feelings. Or claims to be a Dictator on Day One of his presidency. Or tells weird, winding stories about electric boats, man eating sharks and Hannibal Lecter. The list of his derangements could fill this page and a thousand others, but yeah, "They're eating the dogs, They're eating the cats, they're eating the pets of the people who live there."
Spare me the accusations of being deranged.
The other misconception is that I sit behind my computer and create these memes, and nothing but these memes, all day long. Nothing could be further from the truth.
The reality is my prolific meme-making is a remnant of my former career as an advertising copywriter. Some might even say a good one.
The process is strikingly similar. I'm presented with a brief, in this case, it doesn't come from some pretentious British blowhard, but from the News, CNN/MSNBC/NY Times, or closer to the truth, from videos of Captain Ouchie Foot speaking directly into a camera.
He loves TV cameras. And those all-important ratings.
I stew on the situation. Let it rattle around in my oversized noggin which reduces the neck collar on every one of my T-shirts to a limp strip of bacon. And then, throughout the course of the day, lightning (OK, that may be hyperbolic) strikes and make with the funny. And sometimes not so funny. I rarely have control of the situation, It just happens and as long as my axons and dendrites are still functional, I will nurture the process.
Yesterday it manifested itself into a spoof of President George Bush -- another stable genius -- similarly prematurely claiming Mission Accomplished back in the halcyon days of 2003. Hence, I turned it into a T-shirt, which I will soon be wearing while taking my afternoon constitutional around Culver City.
I say this with as much modesty as I can muster, but people love these T-shirts. Whether I'm in CC or walking around Sierra Madre. Or attending the latest anti-Trump protest, including the last one that brought out 12 million equally "deranged" Americans. Folks stop me. They want pictures. They want to know where they can buy one.
I'd like to help them, but I can't.
I make these shirts (for myself) on CafePress. There's a way to set up my own store on CafePress and even create a widget that I could attach to this very blog. But to say the process is confusing is an understatement. I like to think of myself as tech savvy, ish, but can't get past their "cleugy" interface. Even Ms. Muse, who is much more skilled with the 0's and 1's, couldn't make it work.
Who wants to come to my humble home and help? There's a bunch of free T-shirts in it for you. Including this new design...
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