Well, smoke (up various orifi) and mirrors (the better to adjust the Cheeto-fed squirrel on his pate), I suppose. Trompe l'oeil is the painter's art meant to fool the eye, of course, to make the viewer unsure of what s/he is seeing, to give the illusion of substance and depth to what is actually a flat and essentially featureless space. It's an artist's sleight-of-hand, as an election campaign is a politician's: watch carefully, as my hand never leaves my arm. On the other hand, watch your watch carefully, as it's likely to leave your wrist, or your pocket. What a ship of state of affairs we've reached when Phineas T. Bluster may prove that you can fool enough of the people once upon a time to run a country aground on Ego Reef. Ergo, Reefer may be the best coping mechanism for dealing with this bombastic, know-nothing ("I know more about ISIS than the generals," he has said. Perhaps he meant Dollar General, General Mills, and General Chaos....) short-fingered vulgarian--ah, thank you SPY, we're forever in your debt.
Next: It's a pout time....
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