1000′s Photoshops/Blog Pics
Here’s a slideshow which contains most of the recent photoshop works I’ve done associated with my blogging effort, not only here but going back to the beginning days for me on the internet through Chicagoray.blogspot to now, most of which that were mostly spent on Free Republic in the beginning by helping to take down the rapist we had for a spell in the White House, and I’ve never relented since….lol
Being involved in Graphic Arts for a living most of my adult life particularly allows for this activity fortunately in my free time for which I’m grateful.
There are worse ways to earn a living and I know because I’ve done a few!
Please enjoy and remember they’re only satire… I make fun of all people including myself.
Have fun as there’s a metric ton of these things and other legit photos in the pages here, thousands of them 10,000 posts surpassed in May 2010. Over a half million written words over three years time and over 7000 photos.
More than the encyclopedia Brittanica.
SOME PHOTOSHOPS, WITH A COUPLE “STRAY” MEANING ABOUT 5 THAT AREN’T MINE
This one contains about 750 different pics with many of the photoshops mixed amongst them in the order of which they were posted.
That’s a lot of work for basically nothing more than love for country and a hope to change the minds of those mired in the “mental disorder” of Liberalism which we all suffer from as children.
I myself snapped out of it after spending 3 years in wheelchair and now crippled for life from MS. It wasn’t a bunch of do gooder liberals who were too busy smoking crack and getting laid to help me.
Nor was it Obama care that made me better, It was GOD and my hard work.
Every liberal friend I had for most of my adult life disappeared when I became ill and wasn’t playing clubs anymore and on my way to a recording contract. But all my conservative friends stuck around through the thick and thin, hence my conversion to pure conservatism .
This my hate for liberalism, not liberals themselves, they’re just all sick and confused and just don’t know it, just like I was.
