#Bush 43

[deadpresidents]

Which President, in your opinion, was the most reluctant to seek the position? Which wound up hating it the most by the end of his term?

I am a strong believer that nobody truly becomes President of the United States "reluctantly". That's not exactly the kind of job that seeks you, especially the modern Presidency.

For a significant slice of American history, many of the people nominated for President acted as if they were being called upon to run when, behind-the-scenes, they were very active in building their campaigns and corralling supporters. Until the 20th Century it was frowned upon to openly run for the Presidency, but almost all of the Presidents wanted the gig.

I'd say that George Washington was probably more reluctant than most of his successors and likely would have preferred retiring to Mount Vernon after the Revolution, but I think he also recognized that he was the guy who needed to be the President that set the precedents. I think Ulysses S. Grant would have been perfectly happy to not be President, but once he was elected in 1868 he also wanted to keep the job. He even tried to run for a third term in 1880.

That 1880 election might have been the one case where the winner -- James Garfield -- genuinely wasn't interested in the Presidency at that point. He had gone to the Republican National Convention to support fellow Ohioan John Sherman (and defeat Grant's hopes for a third term) and gained some major attention after giving a well-received speech placing Sherman's name in nomination. When the candidacies of Sherman and James G. Blaine -- another anti-Grant candidate -- stalled, Garfield became a compromise choice and was eventually nominated on the 36th ballot. Garfield was apparently legitimately shocked by the events leading to him leaving Chicago as the GOP nominee.

By most accounts, William Howard Taft was far more interested in a potential seat on the Supreme Court than becoming President. At heart he was a judge and believed himself to be better suited for the judiciary than the Executive Branch. But Taft turned down three offers by Theodore Roosevelt to be appointed to the Supreme Court (in 1902, 1903, and 1906) because he felt obligated to complete his work as Governor-General of the Philippines and then Secretary of War. But Taft's wife desperately wanted him to become President and by the time of President Roosevelt's third offer of a seat on the Court, Taft was already being talked about as Roosevelt's hand-picked successor in the White House. And, as with all other Presidents, once he had a taste for the job, he didn't want to give it up, running for re-election in 1912 against his former friend, Roosevelt.

Gerald Ford is the only other President who hadn't spent a significant portion of his political career with his eyes on the White House. Ford spent nearly a quarter-century in the House of Representatives and his main ambition was to be Speaker of the House, but Republicans weren't able to win control of the House when Ford was in Congressional leadership positions. But even with Ford being a creature of Congress, he did attempt to put himself forward as a nominee for the Vice Presidency, first in 1960 and then in 1968, and Nixon kicked the tires on picking him as his running mate in 1960. No one wants to be Vice President without seeing it as a potential stepping stone to the Presidency, particularly at that point in history before Vice Presidents were empowered with some real influence within the Administrations they served in.

As for who wound up hating it by the end of their time in office, I think it's safe to say that John Quincy Adams didn't shed too many tears when he was defeated for re-election in 1828. And I'm sure he wouldn't use the word "hate", but nobody can convince me that George W. Bush wasn't thoroughly ready to escape Washington by late-2007. There were times in 2008 when he seemed like he just wanted to hold a snap election like they have in parliamentary systems and go home to Texas. If some Presidential insider published a book that said that Bush asked if he could just give the keys to the White House to Barack Obama in July 2008, I wouldn't be the least bit shocked.

On the other hand, if there were no term limits, Bill Clinton would have been running for President in every election since 1992 (and the crazy thing is that he's still younger than both of the presumptive 2024 nominees). I'm kind of surprised that he didn't make an effort to repeal the 22nd Amendment in the past 20 years. Clinton loved being President and was trying to find something Presidential to do until minutes before his successor was inaugurated in 2001.

#History #Presidents #Presidential Candidates #Presidential Nominees #Presidential Elections #Presidency #Reluctant Presidents #Politics #Political History #Presidential History #George Washington #President Washington #General Washington #Ulysses S. Grant #President Grant #General Grant #1880 Election #1880 Republican National Convention #James Garfield #President Garfield #William Howard Taft #President Taft #Chief Justice Taft #Gerald Ford #President Ford #John Quincy Adams #JQA #President Adams #George W. Bush #Bush 43

[theexodvs]

Even if Spain was responsible for the destruction of the USS Maine (it wasn't), the Spanish-American War was worse.

Pearl Harbor was bad. Nagasaki and Hiroshima were worse.

The policies Allende would have implemented would have been bad. The US installing Pinochet was worse.

What David Koresh did was bad. What the FBI did in response was worse.

9/11 was bad. The War on Terror is worse.

Many of the things Sadaam did were bad. Bush's lies about WMDs, and the war these lies justified, were worse.

What Hamas did was bad. What the IDF is doing in response is worse.

This isn't hard, people.

#disproportionate retribution #spanish american war #USS Maine #Pearl har #Nagasaki #Hiroshima #Salvador All #augusto pinochet #Pinochet #David K 0 resh #Waco Siege #War on Terror #Sadaam #George Bush #Bush 43 #War in Iraq #WMD #israel hamas war

[fuggnuckets]

They cheer when Tulsi Gabbard leaves the party because they see her as an “evil Russian agent” for hating Hillary and not wanting to get involved in war and then they cheer the heiress of the Iraqi child slayer because she’s a patriot for hating the orange man

#tulsi gabbard #tulsi #liz cheney #Cheney #dick cheney #Vice President Cheney #house of representatives #republican #democratic party #unaffiliated #politics #us politics #american politics #what the fuck #seriously wtf #iraq #iraq war #bush 43 #george w bush #dubya

[anouckin]

#hillary clinton #the clintons #bill clinton #Billary #the bushes #the obamas #first ladies #presidents #42 #43 #44

[gothicprep]

between yesterday morning/this morning i binged through season 1 of the boys. my only nitpicks of it is that the pacing is a little bit too fast and sometimes it feels a bit clunky because of the amount of character arcs it's balancing. but i'm digging the concept a lot, and how it's willing to engage with the collateral damage and broader cultural impact of living in a world where superheroes exist – simultaneously public figures, commodities, and political issues. i also really like how social media is used. and how it doesn't back down from being gory, characters are actually allowed to be horny for better or for worse, etc. if you told me ten years ago "thank god, there's sex and violence in this" would be a praise i gave to a tv series, i'd probably have looked at you funny. but 17 year old me would also not have anticipated a media landscape where a lot of properties are evasive with this stuff, even under circumstances where these elements would realistically come with the territory lol.

it's an 8/10 from me so far.

#homelander is bush 43 right? #or is he just american nationalism and imperialism Generally and they're using bush parallels to convey this? either or

[sayruq]

History suggests it will be tough for him to recover. Biden’s 38% approval rating at this stage in the calendar is lower than that of the last three presidents who went on to lose re-election: Trump (48%), George H.W. Bush (39%) and Jimmy Carter (43%), according to Gallup survey data.

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #genocide joe #joe biden #elections 2024

[ivovynckier]

Does the librarian Laura Bush, née Laura Welch, have a message for her book-banning friends?

#laura bush #flotus #bush #george bush #george w bush #george w #potus #potus 43 #gop #republican #republicans #florida #book banning #books #ron de santis #ron de shittis #ron de sanctimonious

[liberalsarecool]

'Not paying for things you bought' is core Republican value. The party of the IOU.

Look at Reagan, Bush 41, Bush 43, and Trump.

#debt ceiling #robert reich

[ms--lobotomy]

Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.

Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg

LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.

???- Dick fell off.

FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.

PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.

JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.

LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.

ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.

KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.

SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.

FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.

???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious

ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.

MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.

MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.

HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.

LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.

VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.

CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.

ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #lion el'jonson #fulgrim #perturabo #jaghatai khan #leman russ #rogal dorn #konrad curze #sanguinius #ferrus manus #angron #roboute guilliman #mortarion #magnus the red #horus lupercal #lorgar aurelian #vulkan #corvus corax #alpharius #warhammer lobotomy #i take criticism in venmo and paypal. btw

[drawloverlala]

Some Clip Studio Assets

Hello! I just published a brush for Clip Studio Paint, it’s a cyber effect brush!

https://assets.clip-studio.com/es-es/detail?id=1993559

And along with sharing it with you I also wanted to share some of the assets I've found on the assets store that I think you may like as well! ^_^

here I put them down the read more! (warning it may be a bit too long of a post!)

✒Inking and drawing brushes:

Smooth Ink

Smooth Inker

Voyageffen

Line brush

Ink pen textured

crack lines on surfaces

S Zara Pen

Nong Pen

Line Drawing pen

Rough pen

✏Writing Brushes:

Calligraphy pen set

Halloween themed pen

Neon Pen

Retro brush

🎨 Painting brushes:

Soft fluffy paint (One of my favorites!)

Thick brush set

🖼 Gradient maps:

petitchery set

Holo gradient set

Ommug gradiation map

Toffi's Gradient set

🎇Patterns:

Tone Brush set

Tone Brush set 2

Pretty stone floor pattern

Stone floor pattern

cute Halloween Pattern

Hexagonal pattern

Cute textures (they are patterns)

Sweater pattern brushes

Gun Club Check (plaid pattern)

Lemons pattern

patchwork patterns brush

Argyle pattern brush

Cat face pattern

Cloud and flower pattern

cute brushes and patterns (cactus, peach and clam)

cute simple patterns (warning: they have pretty bright colors, may cause eye strain)

80's patterns

strawberry pattern and brushes

flowery patterns

10 cute plaid patterns

Avocado pattern.

📜Textures:

Textured brush

Glitter star textures

Gold glitter set

Random Textures 1

Random Textures 2

Random Textures 3

Random Textures 4

3 Textures set

Atmosphere set brushes (rusty textures)

📚Background objects:

Wire fence

Books brush 1

Book brush 2

Book brush 3 (fancy)

Bottle brush

Piano brush

Magic Drug shelf set (has baskets, jars and bottles)

City

Window brush

🧁Food:

Cookie brushes

whipped cream brush

Sausages

Many sausages

Bread brush

strawberries and cream

berries brush

strawberries

fruit toppings

Avocado!

🌱🌼Flowers and plants:

Roses1

Roses 2

Tree leaves brush 1 (pretty good)

Peonies

Bougainvillea

Geranium

Easy bush set (this one is pretty good too!)

Palm tree leaves

Mimosa

Flower brush (for cute effects)

✨Effects:

Gaussian blur brush

White drops brush

Glitch effects

Prism brushes

Dual prism brushes

Shiny flowers and sparkles

Retro Filters

Tech brushes

Mini deco effects 1

Mini deco effects 2

👑Ornaments:

Ornament Brushes

Ornament Brushes 2

Oriental Emblem 1-10

Oriental Emblem 21-30

Oriental Emblem 31-40

43 types of decorations

27 Oriental patterns

Ornament material

X-mas brush set

Exotic fantasy decor.

👕Clothing:

Shoe laces set

Shoe laces 2

Sweater knit patterns

10 types of brushes of bows with frills

Patchwork stitches brush

socks/panty/stocking(?) brush

Tattered brush

💕Misc:

Feathers

wind effects

Hot mess confetti

Cute Confetti

Confetti

Halloween particles brush

Fishes

Twinkle brush

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 1

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 2

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 3

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 4

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 5

Star brushes

Halloween washi tape

Puppy stickers!!!

And those are most of the assets I've collected so far from Clip Studio's assets store!

I hope these may result useful to you!

#my ramblings #clip studio assets #resources #brushes #textures #patterns #clip studio paint

[deadpresidents]

To give a more serious answer to that earlier question about whether any Presidents were able to fly, yes, there were three who were trained as pilots.

The most famous is indeed George H.W. Bush, who was the youngest U.S. Navy aviator during World War II, and flew 58 combat missions in the Pacific during the war. He was shot down during a bombing mission over Chichi Jima, an island in an archipelago between Guam and the Japanese mainland in September 1944 and had to be rescued from the Pacific Ocean by an American submarine. That was just a few months after he was also forced to ditch his TMB Avenger bomber in the ocean -- while it still was fully loaded with the bombs for the mission he was on -- and barely escaped the plane before it exploded.

His son, George W. Bush, had a much-less decorated and much-more maligned military "career", but he was trained as a military aviator in the Texas National Guard. Bush 43's most famous flight was as a passenger while President when he landed on the USS Abraham Lincoln for the infamous "Mission Accomplished" speech, but he was definitely a trained pilot.

The first President to earn a pilot's license was actually Dwight D. Eisenhower. Despite his background as a career military officer, Eisenhower was not trained as a military aviator -- he earned a private pilot's license in 1939.

#History #Presidents #Presidential History #Presidential Backgrounds #George H.W. Bush #Bush 41 #President Bush #George W. Bush #Bush 43 #Dwight D. Eisenhower #President Eisenhower #General Eisenhower #Pilots #World War II #WWII #Pilot's license #Presidential Pilots

[theexodvs]

The War on Terror was a war of naked aggression, likely motivated by the Taliban’s attempts to destroy Afghanistan’s poppy supply.

“But 9/11!”

9/11 was not orchestrated by the Taliban. Bin Laden was never even in the Taliban, who offered to hand him over.

“We don’t negotiate with terrorists!”

Name one example of this meaningless aphorism used before 9/11. And explain why we collaborated with Hamas of Iraq and People's Mojahedin Organization of Iran under Bush’s watch.

“But Sharia!”

The Taliban governs based on Wahhabist principles. The international spread of Wahhabism, including to the founders and current leadership of the Taliban, has been funded by the House of Saud, who also administer Saudi Arabia based on Wahhabist principles. Life for the average person under the Taliban and under the Sauds was not substantially different in the early 2000s, but since Afghanistan is not as rich in oil and is landlocked, they could not afford the optics campaign and were not able to secure as strategic of alliances that had been undertaken by the House of Saud to make the world look the other way.

No, the reason why Bush attacked Afghanistan is because he was controlled by the opiate lobby in the US. Since Afghanistan has some of the largest known supplies of poppy seeds on Earth, keeping the flow of this supply stable was a high priority for the opiate lobby, and threatened by the Taliban’s intentions to destroy the poppy fields. The War on Terror would have happened in the absence of 9/11.

#War on Terror #9/11 #Opiate #Opiate crisis #Opiate lobby #Big Pharma #George Bush #George W Bush #George W. Bush #Nine Eleven #9 11 #September 11 #poppy seeds #Afghanitstan #Taliban #osama #osama bin laden #Bin Laden #People's Mojahedin Organization of Iran #Bush 43 #War in Iraq #Hamas of Iraq #Wahhabism #Wahhabist #Wahhabists #Saud #House of Saud #Saudi Royal Family #oil #petrol

[bookishdiplodocus]

A longread on writing comedy

This is what I do to research writing comedy:

What helped me most was analyzing a lot of jokes: "It's funny. Why is it funny? How does this joke work?" Usually it's something that subverses the expectations in a specific way or an unexpected collision of two things. (Like a pun is a collision of sound and meaning.) For my analysis, I wonder: "What is the expectation after the set-up? Why do I have this expectation? How does the pay-off subverse the expectation? Why does it still make sense in relation to the set-up?"

For example: I unleashed this kind of analysis on the movie George of the Jungle. It has a surprisingly high hit rate, I think around three jokes per minute in the first one third of the movie, and it still manages to get the story going and the characters introduced. I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t think I gave examples, and you know I’m all about the teaching.

I found at least 17 types. Heads up, this is going to be a longread.

Type 1: Puns

Narrator: “When they finally beheld the mighty Ape Mountain…” [They see a mountain shaped like a gorilla head.] Narrator, cont’d: “… they reacted with awe.” All: “Aww.” Narrator: “I said ‘awe”. A-W-E.” All: “Ooh!” Narrator: “That’s better.”

Explanation:

The pun lies in the fact that “awe” and “aww” sound the same.

There is a visual type of comedy as well that we can’t effectively reproduce in writing: the mountain is shaped like a gorilla head.

BTW: the narrator defies genre expectations by interacting with the characters, and the characters defy genre expectations by being able to hear the narrator.

Type 2: Tone of voice

Narrator, about the main characters: “Scraped and boo-booed, they searched high and low.

Explanation:

“Boo-booed” is a children’s word, not the tone you would use for a hero. Compare “tummy” and “stomach”.

Type 3: Defying genre expectations

[The guide falls off a rope bridge into a deep chasm.] Narrator: “Don’t worry—nobody dies in this story. They just get really big boo-boos.”

Explanation:

The narrator is breaking the fourth wall.

Again: tone of voice with the “boo-boos”.

Contrast between the boo-boo and the injuries one usually suffers after falling into a deep chasm.

Type 4: Not defying genre expectations

[A lion appears from the bushes. A baby monkey makes a sound like “uh-oh”.] [The baby monkey does the Tarzan call and bangs its chest.] [The lion flees.] [The monkey giggles.] [The monkey gives George a thumbs up.] [From the bushes, the lion winks at George. George winks back.]

Explanation:

Expectation: the lion is a danger to the baby monkey and George will need to fight it to save the monkey.

Defying expectations: the monkey and the lion are in on the plan.

Not defying genre expectations: George of the Jungle is clearly based on Tarzan. George doesn’t refer to that fact, but the monkey does, by doing the Tarzan call and banging its chest.

Improbable: monkeys who giggle and give thumbs up.

Impossible: lions who wink.

Type 5: Contrast

Narrator: “Meanwhile, 43 vines away, George’s kingdom is being threatened by a terrifying intruder.” [We see the adorable Leslie Mann, who plays Ursula, smiling and talking to the camera.] Ursula: “Hi! It’s me again!”

Explanation:

Contrast between what the narrator says and what we see.

The narrator isn’t lying. He refers to Lyle and the poachers who will be introduced in this scene.

There’s also humor in the phrase “43 vines away”, because of the overt specificity and because a vine is not a measure of distance.

Type 6: Oblivious character

[Lyle takes a Polaroid picture of one of the guides.] Lyle: “Do you like it? Magic picture. Yet another gift from America. Here you go. You’re welcome.” [The guide replies in Swahili. There is no translation in the subtitles.] [All the guides laugh.] [The guide continues in Swahili. Only the last few words are in English: “35 mm.” The guide takes his own camera and snaps a picture of Lyle.] [All the guides and Ursula laugh.] Lyle, not amused: “Translation, please.” Other guide: “He says he likes your magic pictures, but he prefers the resolution of the Leica 35 mm transparencies.” [Everyone but Lyle laughs.] Other guide, cont'd: “He also says your lens is dirty, but he has the equipment to clean it for you.”

Explanation:

Lyle doesn’t understand Swahili, while the guides understand everything Lyle says to them in English.

The fact that Ursula, Lyle's fianceé, understands Swahili and laughs along with the guides, is adds contrast to his obliviousness.

Lyle is the butt of the joke. He humiliates the guides and now he’s humiliated on his own turf while the guides don’t stoop down to his level.

This joke is threefold: 1. The set-up: Lyle is the arrogant asshole who thinks he’ll show the locals about technological development. 2. The guide is not only not impressed, he knows Polaroid and has a camera of his own, and is knowledgeable. 3. And he demonstrates his superiority in a (more or less) polite way.

Type 7: Slapstick

[George is swinging on the vines.] Narrator: “He is swift. He is strong. He is sure. He is smart.” [George hits a tree and falls.] Narrator, deadpan: “He is unconscious.”

Explanation:

Slapstick is another type of humor that barely translates to written fiction, when the actors behave silly, for example by falling over, hurting themselves, or others. It's often over the top. Laurel & Hardy is a well-known example of slapstick.

Type 8: Alliteration

Narrator: “The tired trekkers trudged on feverish footsies over perilous paths.”

Explanation:

If several words in each other’s vicinity start with the same letter, it’s called alliteration.

Note that "footsies" is another example of a contrast in tone of voice—it’s another children’s word.

Type 9: Improbable things

[George spins a lion over his head.] George: “George not even trying hard.”

Explanation:

While not impossible, spinning an actual lion over one’s head is improbable and thus goes against real-world expectations.

Type 10: Impossible things

[A gorilla called Ape enters George’s tree house and scares Ursula.] Ursula: “What does it want? What does it want?” Ape: [points at a big book] “It wants its Physician’s Desk Reference, if you don’t mind, unless you’d rather die of dengue fever, of course.” [Ursula faints again.]

Explanation:

Gorillas can’t talk, can’t read, and aren’t usually well-versed in curing tropical diseases.

Type 11: Breaking social norms

[Ursula is unconscious. George licks her face, clearly meaning well.]

Explanation:

In our society, it is not only considered impolite but also gross to lick the face of a stranger. The fact that George does this anyway, clearly not realizing he does something wrong, is a subversion of what we’d expect of social norms and behavior.

Type 12 and 13: Hyperbole and understatement

[Earlier, Ursula fainted when she saw Ape talk and do human things.] [Ape is reading when he sees Ursula look at him. He panics, throws the book away, starts grunting, and bangs his chest.] [Ursula faints again.] Ape: “Eh.”

Explanation:

Ursula fainting again is a hyperbole: a reaction that is stronger than expected.

Ape saying “Eh.” is an understatement: a reaction less strong than expected.

Type 14: Obvious repetitions

Ursula: “… And I didn’t want my fianc—Um, this guy I was with, to worry.” Narrator, a few moments later: “George and Ursula set out on a desperate search to find her fianc—Uh, that guy she was with.”

Type 15: Stating the obvious

[We see the guide’s hand, pointing at a really big footprint in the mud.] Narrator: “Meanwhile, back at the really big footprint in the mud, (...)”

Explanation:

Stating the obvious can be funny because the audience doesn’t expect you to do or say this because it is so very obvious.

Type 16: Adult humor

[George watches Ursula sleep.] George: “George having stirrings of special feelings right now.” Ape, drily: “I see.” George: “Good thing she same species, huh?”

Explanation:

Ape’s reply, “I see”, could be an innuendo, but it doesn’t come across as a joke (to me at least). Maybe it’s downplayed because it’s a children’s movie.

If this is an innuendo, it’s a play on words. “I see”, figuratively, for “I understand”, or literally for “Yes, I can tell from your erection.”

“Good thing she same species” because George shouldn’t have stirrings of special feelings for animals.

Type 17: Rhyme

[George is swinging on a vine.] George: “Look, like this!” Song: “He flies through the air with the greatest ease.” Song, cont’d: “Our daring young man on the flying trapeze.” [George hangs upside down from a vine.] George: “Look, no hands.” Song, cont’d: “His movements so grateful, all girls he could please.” Song, cont’d: “And with love he is swinging away…” [On the ground, gorillas frantically run back and forth with a safety net.] Song, cont’d: “He flies through the air with the greatest of ease.” Ursula: “George, watch out for that—” Song, cont’d while George yelps: “Our daring young man on the—” [Song stops abruptly.] [Thud] [George grunts.] Ursula: “… tree.”

Explanation:

When words end in the same sounds, we call it rhyme.

It’s physically impossible to hang from a vine with no hands.

The gorillas with the safety net imply that they expect George to fall.

Also, it’s improbable that gorillas would do this.

Slapstick: George hitting the tree.

Comedic timing: Ursula being just too late to warn George about the tree.

Song + Ursula: “Our daring young man on the—tree.” Because by then he is literally stuck to the tree.

Or throw everything at the audience, whatever.

[George has a pet elephant, Shep, who behaves like a happy doggy.] [Shep is chewing a humongous bone.] Narrator: “Later, they rested, while the tired tusker teethed on a… Wait a second, the dog bone is too much. Lose it.” [The dog bone disappears.] Narrator: “That’s better.” [Shep whines.]

Explanation:

Improbable: Pet elephant who behaves like a doggy.

Alliteration: “tired tusker teethed”

Fourth wall: the narrator comments on the story while it is going on, and edits it.

*** Here are some other funny situations from the movie. Try to analyze what’s going on. Usually you can spot several types.

Situation 1

Narrator: “Meanwhile, at a very big and expensive waterfall set, Ursula was amazed that she was lost in the wilderness with a jungle man.” Ursula: “And here I am, lost in the wilderness with a jungle man.”

Situation 2

Narrator: “The guides came dangerously close—” Narrator: “That is, dangerously close to shove a coconut up in Kyle’s—” Narrator: “Sleeping bag.”

Situation 3

Lyle: “I am the richest, handsomest, smartest guy here, so I get to go first!” [Lyle pushes past everyone, trips over a tree stump and lands face first in a steaming pile of elephant poop.] Lyle: “There’s an elephant here.” Guide, while looking straight into the camera: “Bad guy falls into poop. Classical element of physical comedy.” Guide, cont’d: “Now comes the element where we throw our heads back and laugh.” Guide, cont’d: “Ready?” Other guides, while also looking straight into the camera: “Ready!” [All the guides throw their heads back and laugh.] [Monkey laughs and points at Lyle.] [Off-screen, other animals make laughing sounds.] Lyle, spitting out poop: “Those are nowhere near properly digested.” Lyle, cont’d: “In case anyone is wondering, I’m okay.”

Situation 4

[Cliffhanger: it looks like Lyle has shot George from up close.] Narrator: “Whew! Okay kids, let’s settle down and review the important information. Lyle is a big doofus. Poor George was actually shot but can’t die because, let’s face it, he’s the hero. So, the naturally concerned and preternaturally wealthy Ursula Stanhope whisked George away on a private jet bound for the country of his birth—” [George has a tiny band-aid on his forehead.] Narrator, cont’d: “—where he’s gonna get the finest medical treatment available!” Ursula: “I’m gonna get you the finest medical treatment available.”

Situation 5

Narrator: “Well, Ursula […] could use a best friend now.” Best friend: “Hi!” Ursula: “He’s in the shower.” Best friend, distracted: “Not anymore.” George, naked: “Bad waterfall. First, water get hot—” [A sexy saxophone plays] George, cont’d: “Then George slips on this strange yellow rock.” [Perspective: the camera looks at the two women, seen from between George’s legs. They are clearly ogling his crotch.] [Ursula swoons.] George, noticing the friend: “Hi! George of jungle.” Friend, eager: “Charmed, I’m sure.” [Ursula hands George objects that barely cover his crotch. The camera switches back to a frontal view of George. The friend is still ogling George.] Best friend, mumbling appreciatively: “I see why they made him king of the jungle.” *** I hope this was helpful. Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions, and happy writing!

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗼 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁: 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮

Where They Go One They Go All

1. Hillary Clinton

2. Bill Clinton

3. Nancy Pelosi

4. John Podesta

5. John Brennan

6. James Comey

7. Maxine Waters

8. Adam Schiff

9. Hunter Biden

10. George W. Bush

11. Dr. Anthony Fauci

12. Huma Abedin

13. Bill Gates

14. Anthony Wiener

15. George Soros

16. Lindsey Graham

17. Mitch McConnell

18. Kevin McCarthy

19. Chuck Schumer

20. Kamala Harris

21. Robert Mueller

22. Mike Pence

23. Joe Biden

24. James Clapper

24. Lloyd Austin

25. Dick Cheney

26. John Kerry

27. Alexander Soros

28. Loretta Lynch

29. Andrew McCabe

30. Peter Strzok

31. Lisa Page

32. James Baker

33. Eric Holder

34. Tony Podesta

35. Susan Rice

36. Harry Reid

37. Paul Ryan

38. Debbie Wasserman Schultz

39. Sally Yates

40. Mitt Romney

41. Jerry Nadler

42. Klaus Schwab

43. Michelle Obama

44. Sally Yates

45. Andrew Cuomo

46. Herbert Raymond McMaster

47. Deborah Birx

48. Mark Zuckerberg

49. Nikki Haley

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#nothing can stop what is coming #when you know you know #no rest for the wicked #now we know #wwg1wga

[gothicprep]

whenever there’s discourse about the ivy colleges, i always sort of wonder what people think the ivies actually are. I’ve never attended one, but i have relatives who did, and they generally don’t have very positive things to say about their experiences with that.

non-exhaustive list of things I’ve heard:

they’re very selective about who they let in, but it’s basically impossible to flunk out. unless you show up to your psych 101 lecture tripping balls and your professor doesn’t buy your excuse that “I’m actually conducting an experiment on the effects of psychedelics on depression” you’ll graduate. if you ever find yourself wondering “how the fuck does bush 43 have a degree from yale?” this is part of the reason why.

there are a lot of professors who don’t put a lot of effort into teaching because they know a lot of the reason people are in the room in the first place is name recognition on their degree. so they phone it in.

“cornell is pretty good”

so uhhh. there you go. cornell is pretty good..?

#this also makes me privy to hearing really iconic phrases such as ‘veritas my ass’

[cleyellow-wood]

a/n: ready to love by seventeen lyrics inspired <3 also i love lee minho soooo much it’s kinda crazy. set in idol!verse. with gn!reader. first meets and fluff included.

[10:43 AM]

minho meets you completely by accident.

there’s a traffic jam on his way to the jyp building, and there’s a huge summer downpour as custom in korea during the summer, and he’s sitting in his black car, observing the weather drearily. he’s accustomed to the rain, but watching the normally bright sunny days turn into grey messes because of the humidity has him scowling to himself. the car rolls into movement, tires sloshing against the growing tides, and he’s pretty sure when he leaves the building, there’s a high chance the roads won’t be safe.

pulling to a stop, he thanks the driver and grabs his bag, popping open his umbrella before he steps into the thunderous rain. it splatters against his umbrella, and he blinks, trying to psyche himself up for the day. it’s not an early start, but last night’s rehearsal ran late, and he still feels the effects of it. maybe he went a little overboard. 

heading along the hedge wall, his eyes lift lazily to scan the sidewalk. there’s no one understandably occupying the pavement, and he reaches into his pocket for his ID when something catches his interest and stalls him.

his boots skid against the wet pavement, and his stance widens at the stranger crouched right in front of the entrance. the whole purpose of this side door was so that no fans could crowd them or even spot them moving in and out of their building. annoyance bottling up in him, minho glances back at the car. the driver is waiting for him to safely go into the building before driving off, but with this person here, he wonders whether or not to go back in. 

visibility is at an all time low and his body is blocking most of this person just crouching in front of him, so minho doesn’t think the driver’s noticed that there’s a reason he’s hesitating, and in the back of his mind, he knows that he should run back. he can barely hear his own thoughts, much less his voice, so he doubts if he shouts that the driver would hear him. 

the stranger isn’t aware, so he could get the jump. they’re wearing a grey rain coat that’s doing its best against this storm, hood pulled over. plus, they’re not exactly moving at the sound of his car arriving.

he can probably defend himself if it comes to it, too, he rationalizes. and he knows full well chan will chastise him for that thought if he ever voiced it out loud.

pulse fighting to remain steady, minho tightens his grip on his umbrella, and clears his throat.

“what are you doing?” he asks plainly, voice bordering on a shout, and he curses himself when the person doesn’t immediately turn around. “you know, you’re not allowed to loiter outside of this building,” he continues, stepping closer, and his lungs collide with his pounding heart just as the stranger stands up and turns around. your eyes lift to meet his in a flash of surprise, but he’s surprised you can even pinpoint his gaze through your hood, his umbrella, and the pellets of water causing mist to rise around them.

“am i trespassing?” you ask meekly, your arms curling protectively over your chest, and his eyes fall there to see a speck of black against your grey rain jacket. frowning, minho’s eyes lift to you again and his question is clear enough. “i found her hiding under the bushes. she wouldn’t stop mewing.”

he steps closer, and the black speck in the crook of your arm begins to squirm as you rub its head with a shaking finger. the umbrella cuts through the rain and when it just barely edges on covering you, minho can make out the soaked kitten trying to find shelter in your arms.

“sorry if it seemed like i was loitering,” you say, bowing your head. rain water slips down your hood like a constant stream. “i’ll leave.” you move to step aside to make room for him, but minho’s hand shoots out into the rain, and their air is humid around his sweaty fingers as he grabs your elbow.

you freeze. minho freezes. he wants to chop his hand off at the wrist for getting wet, and your elbow tugs faintly in his grip as you turn.

his fingers spring off of you and he looks at the door, jaw clenching. “come inside. that cat needs to get dry right away.”

your frown is evident in your voice. “are you sure?”

aren’t you drenched too? he wants to ask, but he remains silent except a simple, “i’m sure.” 

you nod without further argument which surprises minho considering he’s nothing but a stranger. you turn to him, and follow him into the company building.

no one says much at his companion as he heads to division one’s floor, the staff greeting him. a visitor’s pass hangs around your neck, and you finger it nervously as minho focuses on getting them to an empty room, stopping to grab some towels at nearby bathroom, and generally making sure no one notices you’re in here. you on the other hand, have unzipped your jacket in favour of holding the kitten to your chest and drying her off as much as you can with your sleeve. 

you don’t speak much, though he hears you speak gently to the kitten who mews when you wipe at its tiny head, and he turns back to watch. you’re entirely enchanted by the tiny thing, using your finger covered by your sleeve to gently rub the kit’s chin.

minho doesn’t know what to say, so he just turns around. he can’t deny his heart is racing, but he’s not sure if it’s because this is a technically unauthorized visitor or because that image was so fucking tender he’d be evil not to melt even a little bit.

sending a text to the members that he’ll be late because of something that popped up, minho finds an empty dance studio which he checks is unbooked for the day, and opens the door, letting you head in first. 

“take off your boots,” he says. you nod, doing so before you head to the centre of the floor, planting a hand down on the spring wood.

closing the door, minho sheds his jacket and props up his umbrella, unlacing his own boots before he joins you, setting the towels down. you grab one from him, immediately using it to gently rub the kitten’s body and the black little baby stretches, claws extending in a loud yawn.

minho smiles. “was she by herself?”

“i think so. i want to look after for a mom or siblings,” you explain. you look at him, and minho’s struck by the first clear view of your face. lips parted, he looks at where the rain is just beginning to dry from your still-glistening skin. you seem to notice, immediately brushing at your face with a hand. “i’m sorry. i was caught out for a while trying to get this girl to come out.”

“it’s fine. take off your jacket. it’s doing more harm than good to you right now,” he says. “i don’t think i caught your name.”

“(name).” bundling up the kitten, you hold her to your chest as you dip your head. “and you?”

“lee minho. or lee know, if you prefer.”

“ah. stray kids?”

“you know of me?”

“who doesn’t? i thought i recognized your voice,” you admit, even though you don’t look at him, “and then you got into the jyp building, so i mostly guessed it would be you.”

“is that why you trusted a strange man?” he asks, smiling faintly, and you glance up at him, eyebrows knitting together.

“i don’t know. the kitten might not have made it until i got home. so, more of a gamble than trust, i think. plus it’s a corporate building with security cameras.”

“in the middle of a storm.”

“i guess that’s true.” the kitten begs for your attention again and your gaze falls away from for a brief moment. your finger stretches out to pat her head, and you let out a soft laugh. “i wanted to get her some cat food, but—“

“i have some.” shooting to his feet, minho goes to the bag he left by the door, and digs through it.

“why do you have…“

“i’m a cat person,” he cuts you off. “i have three cats, and sometimes run into them on my way to work, so i brought them just in case.”

“oh, i remember.” a beat. minho tries to ignore the way his heart is banging against his lungs. “your cats are cute.”

“have you seen them?”

you nod, humming. he finds the tubes he was looking for and returns back to you. he hands one to you, and you set the warm bundle of fur onto the floor. the kitten rolls out of its towel confines and starts to toddle over to minho, who lowers his head, stretching a hand to continue to tempt the cute thing towards him. she’s entirely black except for just a smudge of white covering her back right paw, and a pink nose, and her eyes are so huge, glittering in the studio light that he has to fight the urge not to lower himself to her level and let her climb all over his face.

wiping your hands on your shirt to warm them up your hair, wet, drips onto the floor. you tear open the package as minho wraps the baby up again and sets her in the crook of his leg, tiny paws batting at his index finger. 

it entertains her enough that he can give himself time to look at you. you’re shivering despite the heat, and you don’t look entirely present. although you move fine, your chest is fluttering as if you’re trying to hold back the effects the chill is having on you from being wet in an air-conditioned room. otherwise, he’s sure you’d be a bit more in awe over the fact that you’re in high security building.

though, minho thinks, you could just be very well adjusted. he doesn’t know you, after all.

but what small part of him wants to? and why does it grow bigger as you look up, rubbing the rain water from your brow and searching for the kitten only to find her in his lap? why does it swell when minho is faced with the entirety of your expression—soft, tender, vulnerable?

“give it to me,” he instructs, clearing his throat and shaking the thoughts from his head. “you should get dry yourself.” you glance at him for a moment before handing over the open tube and getting up to hang your jacket, minho makes sure the kitten’s eating before looking up to check on you, and he lets out a soft sigh when he realizes what you’re doing. over the soft noises of a hungry baby eating, you’re picking at your pants that have stuck to your legs, and a distasteful expression has taken over. your eyes dart to him in the mirror and you spin around when you notice him staring.

he surprises himself when he speaks again: “get my bag for me?” 

you frown, nodding, before going to do as he asked, setting it down beside him, and he silently gestures for you to take over feeding the kitten who’s standing upright, chin tilted up to continue licking at the seam ripped open in the tube of cat food. you crouch down beside him just as minho turns to unzip his bag. besides his laptop, notebooks, and other things, he finds the extra pair of sweats he brings just in case of emergency, and flaps them out before handing them to you, rubbing at his nose to avoid looking at you.

“huh?” “change into these. i won’t look.”

“what?“ “just don’t sit around in wet pants. it’s uncomfortable for everyone.”

“you’re bossy,” you tell him flatly, but your lips begin to curl when you snatch them from him.

“i’ve heard that before,” he answers, just as plain, but he, too, can’t help it. your smile is damn infectious, and he thinks he’s getting sicker by the second.

you retreat to a far corner with a towel, and minho turns his back to the mirror, spreading his legs into a V. the kitten grows bored of eating pretty fast, and starts trying to climb his leg.

“why were you out in a storm by yourself?” he asks suddenly, cupping the side of his thigh just in case the black cat loses its balance.

“the last time i was walking this way, i heard the kittens, and with the storm warning, i wanted to make sure they were okay,” you tell him, huffing. “i came by to make sure they found shelter, so i waited until the rain started, but then i heard her yelling for help, so i stayed.”

“how long were you out there?”

“not too long. forty-five minutes, maybe?”

“forty-five minutes?” 

a shadow falls over and he peers over his shoulder to glare at you standing there, a towel draped around your shoulders to catch the remaining wet from your hair.

“she’s just a baby. i couldn’t leave her there,” you retort defensively. you sit down, crossing your legs, and minho fights the urge to give you a lecture on the effects of staying out in the rain for such a long time but he knows you don’t need it. you pick at the black fabric of his sweatpants lamely, mutter out thanks, and feel a bit miserable. that’s reminder enough.

“i don’t follow too much these days because of work, but i watched your debut with stray kids,” you say just for the sake of making conversation. minho blinks. turning to look at you. “and that one interview when you were a kid and you said you wanted to be a singer. i think you’re one of the most talented people out there, and you’re very kind to let me in here. you didn’t have to do that.”

immediately, heat rises in his face at the clip he can see so clearly in his mind. the one the boys relentlessly teased him about. you try to fight your own smile when you look at him, but he doesn’t know whether or not it’s because you’re thinking about it, too, or because you just smile at him because it’s him.

it doesn’t matter. minho wants to wipe that smile off your face just to be safe.

but he doesn’t know how and he wants to so badly.

just as he opens his mouth to try, there’s a knock on the door and the smile vanishes from your face. it cracks open, and minho turns around to see changbin poke his head in, frowning. his eyes sweep the mirror before he pinpoints who he’s looking for, and he steps inside.

“bin.”

“hey. chan hyung sent me to find you to make sure you’re alright,” he explains. “some of the staff said they saw you with someone so i thought it was an emergency.” at this, the new arrival’s eyes drift to you wearing pants obviously not quite fitting right, and changbin’s eyebrows knit together, lips pursing thoughtfully. “who are you?”

“someone i met,” he answers just as you quickly reply, “no one.”

minho turns to stare at you, raising an eyebrow in silent question and you shake your head, eyes dipping meaningfully to the black kitten before looking up at him. 

“if you need to go, i won’t hold you up,” you tell him quietly as he picks the kitten off his leg and sets her down on the floor. the kitten mewls in protest, waddling after him. you whisper a soft comfort, finger stretching to pet her tiny head, and minho bites back what he wants to say in favour of doing what he probably should do.

“wait here,” he instructs, getting up with a sigh and shifting towards changbin. you look up at him, frowning, and the kitten finds his shoe as you get up, too. he looks down. she chews on his shoe string and a part of him melts when he hears you let out a stifled chuckle. “i’ll arrange for someone to pick you up.”

“you don’t have to do that.”

“i do,” he says not unkindly, crouching down to pick her off his shoe, cupping her in his hands. “this girl can’t afford to get cold again and you don’t have any other way to get home, do you?” you sink down with him, and he shuffles forward to deposit her in your arms. the kitten squirms into the crook of your elbow, tiny tail fluffing up as she pushes against your sweater, claws latching onto your bicep. you set a light hand on her back, and when minho looks up at you at the same time as you look up at him, eyes widen minutely when he realizes how close he is to your face. 

“i don’t want to put anyone in danger driving in this storm,” you tell him. “besides, i want to be able to return these to you.” you look down pointedly at your—his—pants. minho chews on the inside of his cheek. his internal clock is ticking irritably in the back of his head and he’s keenly aware of the seconds passing as he clenches his fists, trying hard not to scowl. 

internally, he debates whether or not to just tell you to keep them. you’ve overstayed your welcome, you have an animal in the jyp building, and he doesn’t know you. he doesn’t. at least this way you get out of here and out of his life, and he can count this as a good deed he did today.

but then, you look at him. your eyes soften and a small, wistful smile curves your lips, and minho’s own heart plummets at the thought of not seeing you again. not figuring you out. of not taking you up on that subtle offer to see each other later today and figure out where they go from here.

trepidation, slow dripping trepidation in the pit of his stomach, grows and grows as, quietly, he asks, “will you wait for me, then?” 

your lips press into a wider grin. “i waited forty five minutes in a storm for a cat,” you tell him. “i think i can stand to wait a few hours in a warm room for you.”

minho’s lips part, a soft breath inflating his lungs in relief, and he’s about to say something more, but changbin’s throat being cleared makes him blink and tear his eyes away to the guy standing there awkwardly. he stares at the door, arms crossed over his chest, and minho hangs his head, heat flashing over his face as he tries to fight his lips from twitching into a scowl.

“go,” you say lowly. your tone turns teasing. “stray kids lee know has to go work because he wants to be a singer.”

he holds back a groan. “don’t even start.” rising, his eyes never leave yours as you sit back down. “bye, then.”

“bye.”

it feels unceremonious and not quite unfinished, and he wants to leave it that way for the sake of picking it up later. he turns to walk out the room with changbin, and a part of him asks to look back.

he doesn’t.

minho doesn’t know you, after all, so nothing warrants it. 

much later, though, he does wonder if there hadn’t been a traffic jam if he would’ve caught you at that exact moment in front of that entrance to his company building, carrying a soaked cat in your arms. 

his heart says no, and his brain doesn’t even want to debate the what ifs when every morning, he’s busy enough with a black cat climbing all over him to ask for breakfast and a sleepy partner rolling over to kiss his cheek as a way to convince him to get up first and feed their growing fur baby.

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