In the snows of New Hampshire
Candidates have snowball fights with the press:
And yes, that’s Kasich. He’s still a candidate, having spent a lot of his money and effort so far in New Hampshire, and he’s doing pretty well there. That New Hampshire snowball he’s got in his hand is in the nature of a Hail Mary pass.
Donald Trump’s jet didn’t make it back to the state Friday night and he had to cancel that rally (he jets home every night to sleep, and he keeps a much lighter appearance schedule than all the others without meet-and-greets or answering of citizen questions). I’m assuming he’s in New Hampshire by now. But I thought you might like to see the following. After viewing it, it occurred to me that Air Force One would be a step (or several steps) down for Mr. Trump:
That photo of Kasich made me think of this, from my art history classes so long ago:
Oh, just admit it, Neo, you only wanted to put some Full Monty on your site.
😉
Kasich throws like a girl. He really shouldn’t allow the press to film him throwing! Reminiscent of the current occupant of the White House.
geokstr:
No, it’s my extreme devotion to the classics that prompted it.
He’ got nice legs, though, doesn’t he? Poseidon, that is, not Kasich. Although beneath those jeans Kasich’s legs seem fine.
Remember, we are talking strictly about legs here.
I was about to denigrate choosing the president based on throwing, but then I remembered Obama…
Opinions differ as to the identity of the statue: was he holding a lighting bolt (Zeus) or a trident (Poseidon). I’m not sure how I would position my fingers if I was holding a lightning bolt but that looks like he is holding the shaft of a trident. Going even more off topic, I saw some interesting reproductions of the Nike of Samothrace and the Venus de Milo with the missing parts digitally reattached.
Gee, how surprising that the tour of Trump’s plane was conducted by a good looking young female wearing a low-cut dress. I would have never expected that!
Despite what DJT clearly believes, all the white leather, marble, gold silk, and burnished paneling in the world won’t lend him a ounce of class. What a doofus.
Scott:
I don’t think he’s going for “class.” I think he’s going for “rich,” and thumbing his nose at “class.” He purposely avoids “class.”
Neo:
I respectfully disagree. Those so purely philistine as The Donald mistakenly conflate “rich” with “class”. That’s what makes him such an unaware doofus. I can only shake my head and laugh at the guy.
Scott:
I don’t think Trump is the least bit unaware.
I think he’s made a conscious decision to play a certain role and be a certain person: the rich rich guy who nevertheless isn’t part of the snooty elite. That way he can be rich as Croesus (and born into a very rich family) while at the same time he’s a working-class hero, a household word, a self-made man, and a champion of the little guy and populist despite the fact that he keeps ripping them off.
I see Trump as no doofus and quite calculating. He also really likes over-the-top conspicuous consumption; it reminds him how rich and successful he is. So it’s win-win for him.
The javelin thrower is a great example of not throwing like a girl. I remember trying to teach my daughter when she was little to throw from the shoulder, not the elbow. Note that the javelin thrower has just started his motion: he is just coming forward off the back foot but his throwing hand is still all the way back.
I’m not sure about Kasich’s motion. It depends on how far away the target is. In his defense, the elbow is behind the shoulder, so his motion is defensible if the target is not far away.
y81:
I agree. I didn’t see Kasich as throwing like a girl. It’s too early in his motion to tell.
By the way, here’s an article on why girls throw like girls.
Neo:
Although it’s 2015 and all and I hear there is really nothing wrong with it, I’m still old fashioned enough to prefer admiring the legs of the distaff set, particularly ones attached to those distaffs with a love of dance.
I was expecting Trump’s plane to be bordello red but it turned out to be restrained tastelessness. Gold plated seat belts and basins?
On our recent trip to the Met, we did have an emergency stop at Trump Tower. Ordered Lattes at the bar. Most excellent and only twice what Starbucks charges. The decor was restrained elegance. If we could afford it, we’d stay there, but Met tickets cost as much as a night there, so we stayed at our standby, the Empire Hotel.
When I was stationed in Athens, we did the whole tour of the museums and historical sites, and of course we did the tour of the National Archaeological Museum where that bronze statue of Poseidon (or Zeus) is normally displayed. My daughter was then four years old, and the conversation in the gallery where it was, went something like this.
“What’s that, Mommy?”
“It’s one of the ancient Greek Gods, sweetie – thousands of years old.”
Small daughter solemnly circles statue, examining it very carefully from all sides. When she returns to me, she says, in tones of deep disapproval:
“Mommy, God’s tushie is hanging out!”
I could have done without the reference to Greek history.
You did that on purpose.
Naughty girl.
So, now I have to work out. Because no one is looking to make a nude statue of me in my current state of physical readiness.
Thanks, neo. Thanks a lot.