I see your profile picture. That’s Johnny Cash. My hero too. Arrested seven times. Smuggled 668 amphetamines across the Mexican border in 1965. Took every drug there was and drank like I did. Cheated on his first wife. Slept with more woman than I ever did. Hit bottom in a cave in Tennessee in 1968 trying to crawl off and die. And then he got up. He got clean. He spent the rest of his life singing for prisoners and addicts and the people the country threw away because he knew he was one of them.
That was the whole point of the Man in Black. He wore it for the poor and the beaten down. He wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime. He wore it for the ones who never heard a word of Jesus. He wore it for the addicted and the dying. He wore it as a standing witness that no one is past saving.
You picked his picture. You did not pick his message. Try listening to the words.
has there ever been a time before in history when so many people were looking forward to the same thing?
without even saying a word you all know exactly what i'm talking about
The United States has sent this 79-year-old man with a limited vocabulary, whose face is painted in orange pigment and hair is indescribable, overseas to Asia, ostensibly to speak to America's interests, but all he is likely to do - in incomplete and broken sentences - is talk about which wars he thinks he has ended, how stupid his predecessors were, how he incorrectly thinks tariffs work, how awesome his new ballroom will be, and perhaps rant, ramble, and riff about windmills, whales, water pressure, before suddenly segueing into more about who he hates, who he likes, and who he thinks likes him.
“There is a cult of ignorance in the United States […] nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge’.” — Isaac Asimov
It's Grimace's birthday, so here's some unreleased Happy Meal concept art from 1996 that you'll only see here - quite the design on this saxophone toy...