Donald Trump questions The Mona Lisa's provenance.
Has anyone else noticed that virtually every cartoon in this week’s New Yorker looks like “presidential candidate” Donald Trump? I’m sure this isn’t an accident, but does Trump really need any more attention than he’s already received? In the spirit of gratuitous name dropping (and rendering) we’ve added Warhol to the title of this post, and will likely include some auction records when we run out of things to say about the Trump cartoons. A few images and comments below.
Super man Trump looks down upon the city with distain! Placed in the the article"O Pioneer Woman!", a profile on blogger and rancher Ree Drummond. She authors The Pioneer Woman, a stream-of-consciousness photo/cooking blog that receives approximately 23.3 million pages views per month. Clearly we're doing something wrong here.
Trump hears voices -- they are his own.
We all knew the second coming of Christ would reveal itself on toast, but did anyone see him taking the form of Donald Trump? Um, no.
Donald Trump celebrates as he sets forth on the expensive and INVINCIBLE Titanic. Safe travels Donald!
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Yet another instance where replacing the captions in New Yorker magazine with “Christ what an asshole” works.
A bit more on this: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/newsdesk/2011/05/trumpspotting-donald-trump-barry-blitt.html
I’ve updated the post to include that line. It’s important!
From that: “However, this series is not unprecedented; the November 28, 2005, issue included Saul Steinberg renderings of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and a turkey. Trump now finds his place in this fraternity.”
What I’m getting from this is that Trump has a 2/3rds chance of becoming president, and a 1/3rd chance of becoming a turkey.
Warhol would probably cook up a fabulous set of tufted slippers for Trump.
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 Just a note: the third cartoon down is a reference to Narcissus, who wasn’t entranced by voices but by his own reflection.
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