The billboard of Mahinda shaking I’m-A-Dinner-Jacket’s hands makes me cringe on a multi-national level. They’re both the heads of lovely countries, wholly up their own asses. Any country that (divisively) adjectifies its name has obviously been commandeered by a douchebaggy government with something to hide. Hence the chummery between the rulers of the Democratic Socialist Republic of Sri Lanka and the Islamic Republic of Iran, and the relative miseries of our people. The latest missive of suck from Iran is their missile threat, glibly overplaying a hand where America has already dealt them Iraq and more. What’s even funnier is that the missile launch photo was faked, and badly.
Ah, Photoshop. My first love and the last refuge of the damned. I’ve seen women standing behind graphic designers, hacking off pounds. I’ve seen entire suits changed from white to black, ties died, dimples deepened, acne cleared. I don’t bemoan the fact – the shop has served me well – but in some hands its a bit like a monkey with a switchblade.
In the photo above, there is obviously one extra missile shopped in. This ran on the LA Times, Chicago Tribune, BBCNews, etc. I guess I don’t fault them that much – it was released by the official website of the Iran Revolutionary Guards (is that still going on?), but then again.
All in all it’s pretty fun, and pretty sad for Iran. I’m sure there must have been days when besuited gentlemen huddled around precious photographs above some underground lightbox, hemming and hawing. Not now though. When the tools of perception (deception?) get commodified, everybody looks like an amateur.
More on the NYTimes Lede.