Did the Democrats’ gathering in Charlotte displease the Almightly by building this sand sculpture of President Obama?
Perhaps so, because on Saturday afternoon a torrential downpour damaged what the Washington Times refers to as a 15 ton bust of Obama in the “Mount Rushmore-style.”
The Washington Times describes the damage:
The sand sculpture was protected from above, and Mr. Obama’s face didn’t see too much damage. But the storm was so strong that its heavy winds blew the rain sideways, pelting the president’s right side and leaving the sand pockmarked and completely erasing his right elbow.
What this means to PJ Tatler readers is it is time for another world famous photo caption contest.
To kick off the contest here is my entry.
Thou shall not have any gods but me.
Now, you all know the rules, “be nice and stay classy” because “the media” is watching.
The winner receives a shout-out in a future post which amounts to priceless PR.
Have fun and don’t get sand in your eyes.
Damn George W Bush and his Evil Weather Machine.
Even the weather is racist now.
Pharaoh Approved
Hey down there– you forgot my TELEPROMPTER REFLECTORS
Dear Mr.President, The Titanic called. It wants to discuss its pending replacement on the “Metaphor for Gigantic Failure” list with you.
Hope and Change
vs
Sand and Rain
“Look upon my mighty works, and despair, hey, WTF happened to my arm?”
“And so, my fellow Americans, upon these foundations we will build a new society which will last for a thousand years!”
This chair is occupied, but it needs better armrests.
Obamandias
My name’s God, and I approve this message.
Starting the convention off right with a shovel-ready project
The sand portrait of Dorian Grey?
hmmmm….needs a little more substance to qualify for Mount Rushmore.
I built Me.
“I’m melting, I’m melting…”
(as an aside–I’m so glad fears that some kind of cult would arise over this man have been found to be overblown.)
The Presidency of Barack Obama–Hopes built on foundations of sand.
“But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his presidency on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that presidency, and it fell with a great crash.”
Macheath 7:26-27
I belong on Rushmore but the Republicans vetoed it.
“Needs to be sacked”
Or
“Next, the sacking”
etc.
- Morton Doodslag
This monument made possible by technology developed by Solyndra.
Or..
“The Big Slump”
lol
Finally, prezbo created a shovel ready JOB!
True Gripe
The foolish man built his house upon the sand.
Yep: more fully:
And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it. Matt 7:27.
And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually.
Jimi
Style, but no substance
Probably not a good caption, but I was reminded of the Chinese philosopher Mencius [considered second only to Confucius].
By the way, Mencius was known for advocating that when the Emperor lost the Mandate of Heaven, that the common people had the right and duty to remove him.
Yeah, I’m a nerd.
Subotai Bahadur
– clay; he’s come undone.
– Sandbags.
Campaign workers frantically attempt to maintain Obama’s image with the electorate. “We trowel it on here, and some slides loose there — it’s like it was just a pile of sand.”
– Uncle Ben.
A Shovel Ready Project
Maybe it is just the camera angle, but that statue makes President Gutsy look pretty corpulent, like Jabba the Hutt.
So my caption would simply be nameplate, “Barack H. ‘Jabba the Hutt’ Obama.”
Obama: I just don’t seem to have much luck with “right arms.” First Biden, and now this!
He’s running as the man who goes by the name of the Sandman.
President Belshazzar Obama
“He was weighed in the balance and found wanting
His kingdom was divided, couldn’t stand
He was weighed in the balance and found wanting
His houses were built upon the sand
Well the people feasted and drank their wine
And praised the false gods of his time
All holy things they scorned and mocked
But suddenly their mocking stopped
For on the wall their appeared a hand
Nothing else, there was no man
In blood the hand began to write
And Belshazzar could not hide his fright”
So he had the Pentagon sue them.
(And thank you, Johnny Cash.)
You didn’t build that!
And all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
couldn’t put Grumpity Obumpity back together again…
Ha! Love it.
How about a quote from the Wizard of Oz: You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I’m going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!
Someone left Obama in the rain,
I don’t think that I can take it,
Cuz it took so long to make it,
And we’ll never have that recipe again,
Oh no!
You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a little old man like Clint could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I’m going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!
oops, crossed w #40 while looking it up.
Democrat Convention Proved to be a Washout for President Obama
Reminds me of a Sunday School song: Don’t build your house on the sandy land. Don’t build your house on the shore. It might look kinda nice, but you’ll have to build it twice. Yes, you’ll have to build your house once more.
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling me just what a fool I’ve been…
This works on so many levels…
The Obamanation that causes desolation
yikes, can’t help but like it!
– Where are my balls?!!?”
“I am Obama. Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Yeah, right.
My apologies to those in the thread ahead of me that already referenced this. I wrote before I read. Don’t know what came over me…
The caption should read “Chair Man Obama”.
Pronounced, unlike corpse man, chair man.
Jabba “Obama” the Hut?
A coat of shellac could have prevented this
Our sources tell us that actually the sculpture has been hit by an empty chair.
IN North Carolina’s sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic sand sculpture, which far off throws
The only shadow that the sea shore knows:—
“I am the great OBAMA,” saith the sand,
“The President of Presidents; this mighty Convention shows
“The wonders of my hand.”— The Convention soon to be past,—
Nought but the sculpture remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten economic morass.
We wonder,—and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro’ the wilderness
Where the United States stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded country
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
OMFG, this is SUPERB! Seventy-five thousand votes for kranky one!
No, Barry! The water is too deep for a little guy like you. You will be in over your head!”
Look mommy what kitty did in the sandbox.
I like this! It works on several levels.
“You American people have no sense of humor!” – Garret Morris as Idi Amin on SNL.
Shovel-ready project!
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s have a warm welcome for Robin Sparkles, singing her hit “Sandcastles in the Sand”!
1.) Good thing the rise of the oceans have begun to slow.
2.) It’s just getting ready to bow.
3.) Reset!
4.) The time has changed for come!
5.) The sand is not bitterly clinging to itself.
Ya load 15 tons and what do you get another trillion dollers deeper in debt.
I TOLD you I need to be MORE to the LEFT!!!
O’s weathering the current political climate poorly.
The Weather’s getting to him.
My fellow Americans, we have to weather the hard times… Oh crap, what now?!
Some leaders have feet of clay, Obama has a head full of sand.
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BTW – Am I the only one who immediately thought that having a sand sculpture made of a candidate (of any candidate) could only end poorly and in ridicule!
Look, I can’t stand the Prez, but….he’s a much more attractive guy than this sculpture makes him out to be.
Ol’ Barry wouldn’t have gotten as far as he did with that “I farted” grin this sculptor gave his “masterwork”.
Obama has his head in the sand!
The Administration’s constant sandbagging has left a few marks.
“Alas, the sands of Time.”
The crumbling messiah.
To Big Labor and other Fat Cats: “Here Kitty, Kitty – shifting sands.”
Can someone get me a chair to prop me up?
No, I don’t know what a metaphor is. Why do you ask?