I was involved in the dangerous pastime of thinking yesterday...


while I was finishing up the room under the stairs project, and was trying to figure out just what film would best represent Teh Nøøb in Chief. So many came to mind. "The Hustler". "The Sting" The obvious one, "The Manchurian Candidate". It was tough. He has no endearing qualities. He has accomplished nothing. He is where he is because of others, not himself. He's a simpleton. A shell. An empty suit. But the great unwashed hang on his every word, those around him wait with baited breath for his next great proclamation. The main stream media, for the most part, just love him and has proclaimed him the best thing since sliced bread... I almost gave up, but it came to me in a moment of inspiration. He is Chance the Gardener...


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go ahead, make your day...