I wonder if the artist was given strict guidance on
emotional conveyance for these renderings. Was the WSJ Editor-In-Chief hovering over his shoulder with a bullwhip? Or
did this not-so-starving artist have his own beef with the projected tax hikes
in Obama's second term? The artist did a knockout job. Their sad faces impale
my soul. I’d like to pencil in some thought bubbles, and here’s what they’d say.“As a single mother bringing in over a quarter-mil, I just don’t know how I’m going to feed my two kids, pay their tuition at Léman Manhattan, AND make payments on my Jaguar this year.”
“It totally SUCKS to be a beautiful Asian professional in my
late 20’s awash in a salary fat enough to fund a social services program in
Mississippi for ten years and be raped
by the Gov’ment for another 3K off the top. …I have no choice but to cancel
that 14th weekend in the Hamptons this year.”
“Well, honey, we don’t have to pay Uncle Sam any more than
we did last year, but I’m still just plain un-fucking-happy about my $180,000
income for doing nothing.”
“Jesus Christ… How could you do this to us, God? We were
born white and you burdened us with four
children? Seriously? We’re left with no choice but to jump off the George
Washington. I can’t see how Chauncey, Blake, Daphney, and Chance can survive
without a cut of our life-insurance.”
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