TILT!
There has been something about the Trump administration that has tugged at a childhood memory for the past fourteen months or so. It has been just a wisp of a recollection that I could not quite put my finger on until yesterday when the light bulb finally clicked on.
One of many pastimes during my misspent youth was pinball, one game for a nickel, five for a quarter and you could pretty much kill a rainy afternoon at the local variety store (now called convenience stores) or bowling alley.
Bright lights, bells, displays of voluptuous temptresses and a smattering of random chaos what could be better than that. There was a certain level of skill involved, you had to keep the ball in play, master the double flip, beware of the little traps that lied in wait for you and score as many points as possible enroute to the elusive free game that awaited you. While in the midst of all this mayhem you must also have had the art to shake the machine a bit to keep the ball in play, not too much lest to receive that dreaded message: Tilt, game over.
For myself I cannot come up with a better analogy that describes the present administration. Lots of flash, careening off the bumpers, plenty of noise and in the end, not much to show for a nickel.
While I would be the first to say that we all were in need of a shakeup in Washington, don't shake too much or it will read Tilt, game over.
What's your analogy, no septic tanks or cell polls will be considered.
I was thinking NYC when the garbage collectors went on strike. Everything stunk to high heaven.
Snowjob would be one
One of the biggest on record. P.T. Barnum would be proud.
My son is in the middle of baseball season, so I think in baseball analogies. It's like the team with the "star" pitcher who's really an overrated hack, but looks intimidating on the mound, and has the coach fooled. He's walking runners around the bases, and when he doesn't walk them, he's giving them fast balls down the middle that they put out of the park. It's an action-packed game, with lots of runners crossing the plate. So much winning. Meanwhile, the fielders are helpless to do anything, because the coach won't take the crap pitcher out of the game, so they just watch the other team walk around the bases, or hit the ball over the fence, while those in charge, who should know better, hand the game to the opposing team out of stubborn stupidity.
President Donald Trump as "FATHER DEAREST!"
Can you imagine being an employee in this White House? You could end up needing treatment for PTSD.
I watched Donald Trump this Friday as he tired to "micro-excoriate" the Democrats in Congress, while allowing Republicans and himself to run scot-free. I thought, this guy is a MASTER at intimidation. He demands others obey him by just these types of "cut-outs" where he uses his life-long pampered position of power and influence to verbally bludgeon his critics or simply those who stir his privileged ire, into submission, defeat, or personal ruin.
President Donald Trump does not criticize Putin, Duerte, Erdogan, Jinping, for their civil rights violations because he wants to be THEM!
NO....WIRE....HANGARS!!!!!
That pic is scary all by itself....
President Trump is really "hanging them up" in Washington, D.C.. A one-man-show.
My thought as to an analogy?
Of course a lot of you might not be old enough or classic car savvy enough to know what that is.
Buzz, I don't think anyone could have come up with a better analogy than that one. Perfect.
Tucker 48
The Tucker 48 (named after its model year) is an automobile conceived by Preston Tucker and briefly produced in Chicago in 1948. Only 51 cars were made before the company ceased operations on March 3, 1949, due to negative publicity initiated by the news media, a Securities and Exchange Commission investigation and a heavily publicized stock fraud trial (in which the allegations were proven baseless and led to a full acquittal). Speculation exists that the Big Three automakers and Michigan Senator Homer S. Ferguson also had a role in the Tucker Corporation's demise. [ citation needed ] The 1988 movie Tucker: The Man and His Dream is based on the saga surrounding the car's production. The film's director, Francis Ford Coppola , is a Tucker owner and displays his vehicle on the grounds of his winery. [2] The 48's original proposed price was said to be $1,000, but the actual selling price was closer to $4,000. [3] A 1948 Tucker sedan was featured in the July 26, 2011, installment of NBC 's It's Worth What? television show. The car's estimated value at that time was US$1,200,000. The car is commonly referred to as the "Tucker Torpedo". This name was never used in conjunction with the actual production car, and its name was officially "Tucker 48". [3] [4
You got it, sixpick.
A car so different and advanced that changed and redefined what had previously been run-of-the-mill, was then destroyed by those who realized that the competition would outstrip their mediocrity.
I had an older cousin from Chicago who owned a Tucker and drove it up to my grandmother's cottage, where I was spending the summer. I was about 12 years old, and can still recall being fascinated by the centre headlight.
I think all cars could use a center headlight today
Well, not all cars, but some people..Need all the help they can get and STILL can't drive.
Went into the way back machine for this one.
Just 70 years. Guess that's before your time. LOL
By only three years I will sadly admit:)
Hey, are you Irish?
If you are asking me, yes Irish/American actually working on my Irish citizenship. Though I have an idea, what gave it away?