Ace of Spades has a post up titled "Tears of a bitter deranged clown: Rosie O'Donnell melts down over tax reform passage in serial-killerish way." While her entire feed is like that over everything.
The woman is disturbed. By her twitter timeline clearly manic/depressive. See for yourself a disturbed mind.
Ace neglected her art. When I saw these before I was impressed with how she managed to draw Trump's essence through distortion and by computer.
The tweet said Alan Dersh
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The fact that tax cuts generate more revenue is unknown to her.
Seeing them, I go back to Intensity as a Prognosticator, with raw rage is another tip-off.
Which prompts the next question, "Does this look/sound like an adult response, or reflect an adult perspective?" (Cartoons, anime and child-like drawings can be used to convey an adult perspective, often with humor involved.)
If not, then "how old?" accompanied by a look into the person's background for evidence of trauma experienced around that age.
My first guess was 8 years old. Turns out she was 10 when her mom died of cancer, and she recounts sexual abuse as happening in 1971, before her mom died. This in addition to breaking her own fingers, “Mostly by myself, in my bedroom, with a heavy wooden hanger or a small Mets baseball bat,” O’Donnell writes. “My hands and fingers usually. No one knew. My secret.”
She also hints—but never confirms—that she was sexually abused at the hands of a "strange man" who came in her bedroom window at night. Along with admission of
The bizarre revelation, presented as a hazy memory of telling her mom the next morning that "a man came at night and got me," pops up as a flashback juxtaposed against Rosie's teary and rage-filled confrontation with Walters over the Trump flap while they got their hair and makeup done in ABC studios.
O'Donnell explains her off-camera confrontation with Walters by relating a murky recollection from her Long Island youth in 1971—"memories . . . more in feeling than form"—when she told her mother of the frightening intrusion by a mysterious man.
She says she never felt her mom believed her story—or that the man kept returning.
Also: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2885944/She-innocent-child-daughter-God-s-sake-Rosie-O-Donnell-savages-former-friend-Stephen-Collins-recounts-sex-abuse-child-scarred-life.html
Wherever the truth in her story resides, her drawings are definitely macabre (disturbing and horrifying because of involvement with or depiction of death and injury).
O'Donnell, whatever you think of her, came out of nowhere, didn't have looks going for her, and through sheer bulldog perseverance made herself a showbiz "name." It's quite something. Ask Troop, he'll tellya. Her background should have buried her. Buries most. She came from a very low horizon world but she didn't settle for being a neighborhood "character," which would have been just fine as far as her elders and peers were concerned.
Great insight, MamaM - my response would have been much more succinct. Probably two words. Yours is better.
This is a very sick mind at work. Never before in history have crazy people been so celebrated - and I think it just generates more crazy. My experience with crazy is that it is totally self-centered and it feeds off attention. Stop paying attention!
Don't even see how drawing on a photograph with ipaint is art but I know "art" is a loose term and includes "drawings what support my position on twitter" and also aware that this is an issue in the cake case at the USSC today where 1st amendment/artistic expression is being debated. Looks like a first grade finger painting project, but with less actual authentic paint, to me.
Rosie O'Donnell is a physical manifestation of how radical marxist progressive collectivism literally gives someone mental cancer. You are seeing someone who is a mental case given a keyboard and an audience to vomit her mental garbage onto everyone else. Leftism is literally like radiation. Hang around it long enough and you will get irradiated by it.
♬ She drove herself to madness with a silver spoon... ♬
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