"You're schmoopy!"

"No, you're schmoopy!"

"No, you are!"

"You are!"

This was going to be a longer, Titanic-based piece.

A series of photos of the ship going down, and the GOP screaming that everything was fine, that the Captain fucking well meant to hit an iceberg or six, that the only people taking to the lifeboats we're stinkin' Liberals, etc.

And then after the great ship sinks completely, and the hulk lies rotting on the ocean floor for years, a few, timid Republicans begin to whisper in the most timorous way imaginable that something may, indeed, be slightly amiss.

And that perhaps some minor course correction was worth discussing.

Provisionally.


Such was my intent, but I posted it up as-is for three reasons.

1. Although not my very best effort, this Photoshopping Expedition just cracked me up for some reason.

2. The pic speaks for itself in a very timely way, so why "word" it up?

3. As a reminder to myself that, like a lot of creative projects large and small -- visual and written -- where I end up doesn't necessarily have much of anything to do with the original germ of the idea, or where I set out to steer it.

Sometimes -- maybe even most times -- it just sorta zooms off on its own and lands me where it will.

Which may be hell on the ol' quality control, but really is half the fun.