Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Most Pope-ular

Is it Põpsi?

Or good ol' Pope?

You decide


I created this image in response to this

I am about fed up with corporations, politicians and public figures trying to "own" their images.

Look. You decided to put something out into the open, you get to deal with what we do with it.

You can't have it both ways... Either you're a public figure or you're not, but don't try to dictate to us, the unwashed masses, how your image will be used now that we have an internet and a way to talk back.

Do you think for a moment that if I was, pope forbid, "perp-walked" that I could somehow declare my image as copyright and order television stations not to show it?



Anonymous said...

Coke: "We're very famous."

Pepsi: "When they don't have Coke."

D said...

Both of them are merely carbonated sugar water. (does drinking them increase your carbon footprint?)

Lavi raises an interesting point: do you own your public image? If you squirt breast milk at someone, is it illegal to make fun of you? (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,588369,00.html)

What is "privacy" and if you have some, where does it start? (your skin? your front door? the sidewalk? low earth orbit?)
Does what happens in Vegas really stay in Vegas, or does it go straight to youtube?

The_Scum said...

I took a bath today so I may not qualify as one of the unwashed masses.

Very poor fustage by the anon.

Does anyone really give a crap about their own carbon footprint or do they just care about every else's carbon footprint?

Squirting breast milk eh? I once knew a woman who would squirt breast milk at me.

I have no sidewalk so does that mean I get no privacy?

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.