OK, I know I'm all done here, but I was just passing through, and I have a visual I simply have to share with you.
It's a tale of all the ugly Presidential ducklings fielded by the GOP -- one of them, anyway. (There's not enough space for all their many misadventures, as the GOP has so darned many handbaskets, and duckings, all headed straight to Hell, and none of those ducks are all in a row.)
Anyway: It was a recent photograph in the hopefully-terminal coverage of that quack, The Donald. His picture was taken with him behind a podium of some sort, up on a dais. The photographer was apparently below, aiming the lens upward, in order to have gotten that shot.
It was a great Mussolini-style snap: The Great Man, elevated, looking sternly flippant, as if overfilled with a combination of helium and laughing gas -- or injected with too much whipped cream, maybe, before they could cut the nozzle -- with his Powerful Jowls of Thoroughly Agitated Princely Patience in motion, demonstrating his severe strength of character yet again, keeping those wobbling jowls attached to his neck and face, and not having them depart on their own volition... if not actually released on their own recognizance.
The best part? The best part of the picture was the framing of the shot.