A Picture That Needs 1000 Words: X

A Picture That Needs 1000 Words: XI?


I'm not sure a thousand words is needed for this one. I mean, what's there to say that hasn't been written on the damn t-shirt already. Clearly Obama spends and Jesus saves. What does he save? Souls, I guess. But in this terrible economy, there's not much you can do with souls. I hear that with inflation the way it is, even the devil isn't giving you much for them.

So why did I pick this image for one of my series of pictures that needs blah blah blah words for? Well, I guess I just found it stupid. Very very stupid. I mean, shouldn't both people in that shirt be black? Just sayin', cause history has shown me that the white washed Jesus is as accurate as the Wiz to the source material. Then again, The wizard of oz wasn't all that accurate to the source material either. But you get the idea.

Though I guess it's only fitting that stupid hick sayings go on stupid hick products. So I shouldn't be to surprised when this slogan is put on a product for children.



babby's first horrible opinion shirt, nice

Would you look at that, Babby's first horrible opinion shirt, how nice. It's funny to see that Obama, that rascally negro, contrasted with our lord and savior, Gnome Jesus. Look at him about to smoke that fat grass! What's jesus doing anyway? Waving? Sheesh, no way Jesus would do something like that.

A Picture That Needs 1000 Words: IV

A Picture That Needs 1000 Words

They say a picture is worth a 1000 words. It basically runs down to meaning that the picture speaks for itself. What is often overlooked is the fact that pictures aren't always as clear as they present themselves. Sometimes they need a voice to add a story to it. In this series of images I'll continue to show a single image and give you some back story to bring out a new meaning to the image.

A simple Roman Epigraphy, right? Wrong.



It translates to:

“Publius Grattius Celer, son of Spurius
of the tribe of Collina,
Now I, this unlucky Grattius lie
beneath protection of the earth,
with my beard deposited, surviving
thirty-three years.
Unlucky (and) put below without worth,
killed by a sharp and unrighteous death,
by a kick and punches, outside
of fate, thrust forward into these shades.
I choose this, that you should die a worse
example, even yourself put to the rack.
Does it not now please you, how
you deprived me of seeing light?
And (I choose) that you should pay the penalties which [you deserve?],
having warded off [unequally?]…
you now…

In other words Publius Grattius (sometime around 1st Century AD) got stomped in a fight and through the dedicator of this stone calls out for vengence against those who killed him. Like the graffiti on the wall in HBO's Rome I love things that show how much we are still the same people we were two thousand years ago.