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Tennis, anyone? Culled from 20 of the Most Amazing Photos in History by Amanda Mannen at msm.com. It was taken by Frank Tomac, the pilot:
Run for your life — the oligarchy is coming to get you!
Okay, kids, guess what this pic from the aforementioned article, dubbed Elephant’s Foot, shot by Artur Korneyev, actually depicts. Answer below.
Headline from nypost.com: “‘Wild west’: Armed homeowners patrolling burnt-out LA neighborhoods in defiance of local officials: ‘Have no patience for any of them’.” Who would blame them other than diehard liberals?
Think about this. From NYP: “US recovers $31 million in Social Security payments that went to dead people.” How much wasn’t recovered?
In my neighborhood of Sheepshead Bay Brooklyn, the home of doctors. There are tons of security cameras as well. Photo from NYP:
RIP David Lynch, 78, who succumbed to emphysema. Born in Montana, he served as an usher at the Presidential Inauguration of John F. Kennedy, 1/’61. He attended various art schools and married young, a dad at 21. He was a graduate of the American Film Institute. He made seven shorts before the release of the cult classic Eraserhead (1977), which impressed Mel Brooks so much he hired Lynch to direct Elephant Man (1980), which garnered one of his three Oscar nominations for Best Director. He also was nominated for the screenplay, shared with two others. Elephant Man is easily understood, not like films such as Lost Highway (1997) and Mulholland Drive (2001). I really admire the vulgar Blue Velvet (1986) and the violent Wild at Heart (1997). I’ve never seen any of the 30 episodes of his acclaimed Twin Peaks TV series, which received nine Emmy nominations, or the 1992 movie adapted from it. I wish one of the ION channels would run it. The past two decades Lynch has concentrated on shorts and music videos. He directed four commercials for Calvin Klein’s Obsession perfume. He drew and wrote the comic strip The Angriest Dog in the World that ran in the Los Angeles Reader newspaper throughout the 1980s. There are 64 titles under his name at IMDb in the category of writer, 109 of director, one work, a series he created, to be released posthumously. An uncompromising artist, he was one of the most-discussed directors in the history of cinema. He was averse to explaining his baffling flicks. I failed to figure them out. Married four times, he was a father of four. Awesome, Sir. Thank you. Photo from Google Images:
Headline from newsmax.com: “Ivanka Trump Rules Out White House Return: ‘I Hate Politics’.” It is a cesspool filled with unsavory characters, as the current vetting of cabinet nominees once again manifests.
From NM: “Judiciary Chair Jordan Mulls Calling Jack Smith to Testify.” Just let the creep fade away. Please!
Pic answer: Chernobyl nuclear waste — ewwwww!
One more from that article: Mount Pinataubo eruption, Philippines. Photo by Alberto Garcia:
Did a lot of work today on the faux Sara Jay story. The By the Numbers collection is up to more than 27,000 words, acceptable for a print version.
The forecast was right on the money. The wind died and clouds moved in, so the Anti-Inflation Book Shop was restricted to an hour on this cold January day. My thanks to Ira, a retired tailor, who caught me as I was packing up and insisted on paying for When Women Ran Fifth Avenue: Glamour and Power at the Dawn of American Fashion by Julie Satow despite having given me a bottle of Poland Spring.
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