No rants, diatribes, cutting criticism, socio-politico-economic insights, just pretty pictures. Or not. You decide.
Little effigies of deities displayed in museums emphasize the insanity of most of humanity in our willingness to believe in, and go along with, whatever we're told by an authoritative person or institution. Such is the human condition, the silliness of sheep, and the power of peer pressure. If the planet ever stops, I'm getting off.
I have a question regarding crime dramas (NCI, Risolli & Isles) where the slim, svelt actors reach behind their back and pull out an enormous Glock. Where were they keeping it all the time? There is no bulge in their tight-fitting fashionable clothing, but it's right there every time there's a "situation."
If it's kept in the back of their pants, how do they sit down. How do they avoid shooting their bottoms off.
Not that I want to carry around a Glock all the time (actually never), but such are the mysteries that keep me awake at night.