Yesterday, I was going to share something similar to this — the obligatory, ritual photos of distressed brokers, such as this one (there were others I was looking at yesterday, but they seem to be gone now). It’s almost like they’re thinking, “Oh, there’s a photographer! If I strike the right pose and expression, I’ll be on the front of The Wall Street Journal, and maybe that’ll help build my brand so I can find a new and very different job…”
But as I often do, I started thinking about copyrights, and just not wanting to deal with the huge hassle that could ensue.
But some blogs are bolder than others — and funnier. Such as “The Brokers With Hands on Their Faces Blog,” which is explained thusly:
With these photos there are a number of layers to laugh at – the poor broker, the photographer waiting to take that perfect photo of the poor broker, the media who love to run with these photos. And then there’s me, this guy who collected them and made a blog, which is totally ridiculous as well. People can laugh at whichever part they want to laugh at or maybe they’re not laughing at all. Maybe they think it’s beautiful, or horrible, or stupid. All of them are probably right.
We’ve gotta get some sort of enjoyment out of this mess, right? So go ahead. Smile at their misery. (How decadent. Perhaps as our economy continues to plunge, we’ll get to be like Germany during the Weimar Republic, and just mock everything…)
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Nice find. I’d like to find a similar photo blog for politicians and college football coaches (but I repeat myself).
What would Bob do?
‘It’s All Good’
Talk about me babe, if you must
Throw on the dirt, pile on the dust
I’d do the same thing if I could
You know what they say, they say it’s all good
All good
It’s all good
Big politician telling lies
Restaurant kitchen, all full of flies
Don’t make a bit of difference, don’t see why it should
But it’s all right, ’cause it’s all good
It’s all good
It’s all good
Wives are leavin’ their husbands, they beginning to roam
They leave the party and they never get home
I wouldn’t change it, even if I could
You know what they say man, it’s all good
It’s all good
All good
Brick by brick, they tear you down
A teacup of water is enough to drown
You ought to know, if they could they would
Whatever going down, it’s all good
All good
Say it’s all good
People in the country, people on the land
Some of them so sick, they can hardly stand
Everybody would move away, if they could
It’s hard to believe but it’s all good
Yeah
The widow’s cry, the orphan’s plea
Everywhere you look, more misery
Come along with me, babe, I wish you would
You know what I’m sayin’, it’s all good
All good
I said it’s all good
All good
Cold-blooded killer, stalking the town
Cop cars blinking, something bad going down
Buildings are crumbling in the neighborhood
But there’s nothing to worry about, ’cause it’s all good
It’s all good
They say it’s all good
I’ll pluck off your beard and blow it in your face
This time tomorrow I’ll be rolling in your place
I wouldn’t change a thing even if I could
You know what they say, they say it’s all good
It’s all good
(while the party’s going,could you post a shirtless pic of,Joe,my favorite bear/congressman? I hope he’s not shaving his chest!)