*sniff* Smells like Pedro Picasso to me frank.
Well, I dunno, sir.
You might recall that the Atman primitive is an "artist."
Artists paint not only with paint or crayons, but with words.
The first self-portrait the Atman primitive painted of himself was that of a sullen, surly, resentful artist "too sensitive" to live, almost.
And so the "picture" of Atman as Pablo Picasso's doomed cousin, Pedro Picasso.
Who actually existed, and had a most sorry fate, done in by his own political comrades during the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939).
But then a couple of weeks ago, while reading as Pedro Picasso painted a new self-portrait of himself (but using words rather than paint), I got the impression I was standing near some curtains of a high-ceilinged palace, and across the room, I could see someone very much resembling a South American general out on the balcony, shaking his fist and yelling at the crowd below.
I was curious because the crowd, instead of cheering him, was jeering him.
Then the South American general walked inside the room, and I noticed he had nothing on below the waist; he had the hat, and the coat with medals, but nothing below the waist.
For modesty's sake, instantly I "imagined" him standing behind a table, and ever since watching El Stupido Supremo, I've always been careful to see him only from the waist up.
Now, this might sound weird, but all I'm doing is describing a self-portrait done by the artist himself, using words instead of paint. I can't be blamed for this impression, any more than I can be blamed for the
Mona Lisa. An artist, not me, painted the
Mona Lisa, and all I'm doing is describing the
Mona Lisa.
And so if El Stupido Supremo doesn't like this picture of himself, it's his own fault; he painted it.
But at any rate, that's not the "picture" I'm getting of this clown.
I've now eliminated the Bostonian Drunkard as a possible suspect.
