If only it were mere paint! It’s actual 23.75K gold, applied EXTRA THICK so it would cost even more—currently $5M. I love gold myself, but it looks weirdly stupid on those enormous statues, which looked beautiful in their weathered bronze before Mr. Tasteful decided sprucing them up was more important than healthcare or food for poor Americans.
Given how much gold has gone up in the last couple of years, it’s hard to imagine that there won’t be attempts to scrape off some of the extra-thick, practically pure gold. I wonder if they’ll have to have 24 hr security on them…
Ha! Beat me to it! I can't imagine how much Trump's no-bid contractor is charging us for each can of Krylon spray enamel. AND,... I'd put money on finding, "For Indoor Use Only" printed on the labels.
Among my favorites because it's so appropriate to Trump, and then I see Stephen Miller "...whose frown and wrinkled lip, And sneer of cold command," grace the lone and level sands stretching far away. All together, it's masterful imagery, that should remind Trump that this, too, shall pass. The question is, will it take Democracy with it?
Thanks for the funny not funny depiction of our Jackass in chief. The man is fking insane, there is no other way to look at his incessant need to pee in every corner of D.C.
Just waiting for that gold paint to start peeling off and see who Trump will blame when that happens...
Hope it doesn't peel off the gold ass statue. One moon in the sky is enough....
😂😂
Oh my. Very good! 👍 😂
Keep a supply of Depends ready!
"The ass that shit the golden poop," is the new name for the person in the oval office.
Please. Not plain Depends. Gold embossed Depends.
If only it were mere paint! It’s actual 23.75K gold, applied EXTRA THICK so it would cost even more—currently $5M. I love gold myself, but it looks weirdly stupid on those enormous statues, which looked beautiful in their weathered bronze before Mr. Tasteful decided sprucing them up was more important than healthcare or food for poor Americans.
Given how much gold has gone up in the last couple of years, it’s hard to imagine that there won’t be attempts to scrape off some of the extra-thick, practically pure gold. I wonder if they’ll have to have 24 hr security on them…
Remember when the Republican Party was the Party of Fiscal Conservatism? They have eroded away to a sad-but-still-powerful joke.
Another no-bid contract, no doubt.
Oh yea? Damned expensive, pigeon poop roost.
Ha! Beat me to it! I can't imagine how much Trump's no-bid contractor is charging us for each can of Krylon spray enamel. AND,... I'd put money on finding, "For Indoor Use Only" printed on the labels.
Perfect…but will there be enough gilt to cover that monstrosity?
The apex and circumference of gilded guilt.
No worry. The pigeons have it covered.
That Reply is excellent!
cremate him then rescue the gold from the fire place!!!
Still, old saying: you cannot gild a turd.
"You can't polish a turd... but you can roll it in glitter."
True then, and true today.
Great idea! We can paint him with gilt and then put him in a courtroom. Oh, wait - I meant guilt. Blasted autocorrect.
Is autocorrect developing sentience? That's a particularly apt play on words.
It was intentional
It was good!
You certainly have the correct angle on the situation Ann!😂😂😂
The trashification of once-fair D.C.,
To “service” Dear Leader, is par for the course.
In praise of himself, the next statue must be
The southernmost end of a north-facing horse.
No amount of gold will ever make this excuse for a human glitter.
Friendly amendment: "Cold Ass". And permit me to share a reprise of
Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Our country’s sadly realized the dire predictions of P.B. Shelley’s brilliant poem..
Among my favorites because it's so appropriate to Trump, and then I see Stephen Miller "...whose frown and wrinkled lip, And sneer of cold command," grace the lone and level sands stretching far away. All together, it's masterful imagery, that should remind Trump that this, too, shall pass. The question is, will it take Democracy with it?
My favorite poem about narcissists.
So how about Carl Sanburg's Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind:
The woman named Tomorrow
sits with a hairpin in her teeth
and takes her time
and does her hair the way she wants it
and fastens at last the last braid and coil
and puts the hairpin where it belongs
and turns and drawls: Well, what of it?
My grandmother, Yesterday, is gone.
What of it? Let the dead be dead.
2
The doors were cedar
and the panels strips of gold
and the girls were golden girls
and the panels read and the girls chanted:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us ever was.
The doors are twisted on broken hinges.
Sheets of rain swish through on the wind
where the golden girls ran and the panels read:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.
3
It has happened before.
Strong men put up a city and got
a nation together,
And paid singers to sing and women
to warble: We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.
And while the singers sang
and the strong men listened
and paid the singers well
and felt good about it all,
there were rats and lizards who listened
… and the only listeners left now
… are … the rats … and the lizards.
And there are black crows
crying, "Caw, caw,"
bringing mud and sticks
building a nest
over the words carved
on the doors where the panels were cedar
and the strips on the panels were gold
and the golden girls came singing:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us ever was.
The only singers now are crows crying, "Caw, caw,"
And the sheets of rain whine in the wind and doorways.
And the only listeners now are … the rats … and the lizards.
4
The feet of the rats
scribble on the door sills;
the hieroglyphs of the rat footprints
chatter the pedigrees of the rats
and babble of the blood
and gabble of the breed
of the grandfathers and the great-grandfathers
of the rats.
And the wind shifts
and the dust on a door sill shifts
and even the writing of the rat footprints
tells us nothing, nothing at all
about the greatest city, the greatest nation
where the strong men listened
and the women warbled: Nothing like us ever was.
Sorry. It's Carl Sandburg, of course. Hate these typos.
We did not notice the typo, but did take notice of the poem. It was unknown to me. I appreciate your copying it to us. (A visit to his North
Carolina home, Connemara, encourages a further look into his work.)
So, Gold Horses Ass
You made me laugh out loud! Good one, Ann!!!
He’s statuesque, all right.
Anne, maybe the"Gold Ass" should become an annual award like a Nobel prize for the hugely ignorant and tasteless.
Another one I'd like to give 100 likes to!
Instant LOL moment. Thank you
Thanks for the funny not funny depiction of our Jackass in chief. The man is fking insane, there is no other way to look at his incessant need to pee in every corner of D.C.
Yes, but even so, unlike a cat or dog, he can't remember where he's been.
Ann Telnaes, I love you!!!
You do the most perfect comment on our madhouse in just a few lines!
You are great!