WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Death (Unexpectedly!) of octogenarian Civil Rights Icon #R124C41 requires the Kamala Harris Animatronic Robot (KAHR!) to be inflated into the media before the finishing touches could be made with orbital sanders, sandblasters, and silly putty. Stain is still a bit too much Michael Jackson Wonderland Party Mask to fool real black voters but with a few more coats buffed out with Butch Wax it should be ready for prime time.
What’s with the flared blow holes, the cheek implants, and the squinty-eye motif?
“Can you make me a mash up of Charlie Chan and Cher, with just a touch (or soupcon, as the nibs say it) of Lon Chaney’s phantom of the opera, with a smidgen (or pinch) of Charlie Weaver? You can? Just smash my face into a cement wall a few times, you say? Okay, then.”
andreJuly 20, 2020, 8:58 PM
I didn’t think Kamala Harris looked that great before, but this is definitely several steps down.
Minta Marie MorzeJuly 21, 2020, 12:06 AM
I took one look at her face as imaged at the Gateway Pundit this morning and immediately thought: Howdy Doody.
Shaken and doomed, I’ve now been singing that blasted theme song on and off all day: “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time, . . . .”
Grampy126July 21, 2020, 7:27 AM
In Texas we have an old saying… “Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes right to the bone.”
NoriJuly 21, 2020, 1:19 PM
Same plastic surgeon who did John Kerry.
AggieJuly 21, 2020, 1:42 PM
I dunno, when I saw the Joker grimace, the tight eyes, the rictus smile……all I could think of, she’s using Joe Biden’s plastic surgeon. There must be a Botox black hole out in California right about now. I shudder to think where the hair plugs went.
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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Twilight Zone redux. Downright scary.
It’s been suggested elsewhere on the innertubes that Harris’s plastic surgeon is a Republican.
Oh, my aching Gernsback!
And it is ANDERSON FOR THE WIN!
What’s with the flared blow holes, the cheek implants, and the squinty-eye motif?
“Can you make me a mash up of Charlie Chan and Cher, with just a touch (or soupcon, as the nibs say it) of Lon Chaney’s phantom of the opera, with a smidgen (or pinch) of Charlie Weaver? You can? Just smash my face into a cement wall a few times, you say? Okay, then.”
I didn’t think Kamala Harris looked that great before, but this is definitely several steps down.
I took one look at her face as imaged at the Gateway Pundit this morning and immediately thought: Howdy Doody.
Shaken and doomed, I’ve now been singing that blasted theme song on and off all day: “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time, . . . .”
In Texas we have an old saying… “Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes right to the bone.”
Same plastic surgeon who did John Kerry.
I dunno, when I saw the Joker grimace, the tight eyes, the rictus smile……all I could think of, she’s using Joe Biden’s plastic surgeon. There must be a Botox black hole out in California right about now. I shudder to think where the hair plugs went.
Not Butch Wax” (I used it back in the day – sort of a light weight axle grease.)
No, she needs Dr Zog’s Sex Wax (“Good For Your Stick”) to complete the look.