- cross-posted to:
- politicalmemes@lemmy.world
- cross-posted to:
- politicalmemes@lemmy.world
Can anyone explain WTF he was wearing motorcycle goggles in this photo? “Working” without a shirt, okay, sure, he wants a sunburn, that’s his problem. But goggles? Is this some proto-cybergoth bullshit?
Actually, that is probably exactly what he was going for. Mussolini was a huge proponent of the Italian Futurist movement, and he had a lot of weird ideas about what was futuristic. Stuff like, “In the future, people will make their clothes out of milk.” Anyway, aviation and representing aviation was a huge part of that, and he frequently used it in his propaganda.
Then a short time later he and the Italian Air force get taught a lesson in aviation by the RAF in Greece and North Africa lmao
Idk for sure, but wheat is harvested when it is very dry (lots of dust)… But then the cloth in front of his mouth is missing …
They didn’t have McDonalds’ to stage a photo at back then.
I didn’t recognize him, with out the piano wire.
Trump is so much fatter tho.
Now do one where Trump’s a centaur being ridden hard by Putin. Or the old two-person horse costume with Trump in the ass. No pun intended.
I plucka da spaghetti right outta da grounda.
Fun fact - Mussolini tried to get Italian society to abandon pasta.
My next tattoo
I feel like part of the problem is that people don’t expect fascism to be so goddamn pathetic. They see obvious morons like this or Trump, and they struggle to imagine how they could possibly be dangerous.
I guess the lesson from history here is that just because they’re ridiculous it doesn’t make them any less dangerous.
Fascism isn’t about how how convincing the leader is, it’s about how discontent the followers are.
Like the stupid titles and vocabulary of the Klan, or the infantile memes of frenworld.
You weren’t kidding! Here’s an excerpt…
Its chief officer was the Grand Cyclops, who appointed two Nighthawks, a Grand Turk, a Grand Sentinel, Grand Magi and a Grand Ensign in addition to his Grand Scribe. The Grand Cyclops, Grand Exchequer, Grand Magi (second officer) and Grand Monk (third officer) were elected by the body politic of the dens, identified as Ghouls.
What the actual fuck?
The obsession with right wing leaders to look masculine while having absolutely no clue on how to actually be a manly man is fascinating.
That photo is the fourth gayest shit I’ll see all week.
It’s weird that they still did the photo op even after all those bees stung his face
Dude had some weird body proportions.
Some Alex Jones body vibes.
He’s the older idea of ‘barrel chested’.
Now slightly updated to Elon Musk’s ‘low poly truck chested’.
Barrel-faced, too
the high waist pants doesn’t help.
Must be a fascist thing.
*facist
Don’t be facist.
Which, I assume, is a racist for faces.
All dudes had that barrel chest back then
I think it’s an illusion due to wearing their pants to their tits.
That and a gut behind the high belt yeah, but I think there was also a popular posture folks tried to give themselves in for photos
This is the answer.
Well we can all be thankful trump kept his shirt on
him frying shirtless is a funny idea though
Staged? You mean that any other politician photo ever isn’t staged?
Words can have multiple meanings. Harris didn’t go to McDonald’s and work a shift as a politician to get the photo op. Her showing up for her “shift” at the White House isn’t any more staged, imo. If you want to say that the entire White House is staged, shit like that, then by that metric everyone’s job is staged. Which, hey, if you find value in “staging” your home or work area, that’s great. I think we should differentiate how Trump & Mussolini here clearly made their decision to do these jobs for just long enough for cameras and potential voters, though. There’s really no other substance to take away from the pictures.
I get this reference.
…serving in a McDonalds?
The goggles zey do nothing.
I don’t get how the goggles are facing upwards but the cap is facing downwards. You don’t have to see everything that’s in front of you I guess.
And I had an onion tied to my belt, as was the style at the time.