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Comrades! As we enter the era of post-HAMILTONIAN Cultural Appropriativity, let us reflect on the resplendent future shining ahead of us.

Comrades! Soon we will miss our glorious Dear Leader in Washington, DC, Pennsylvania Ave 1600, a place that gave Him a true pain in His ass, especially since January 21, 2009.
(ok, He will vanish from the whitish mansion built by black slaves, but on the same day we will see Him re-emerge in Kalorama, Washington, DC, in His two most beloved functions, those of Global Community Organizer and Mellifluous Speechifier of Marxianly Tinged Platitudes.)

So, the Great Future ‒ the uncountable plethora of traits and habits, He will radically, or unwittingly, or both, appropriate (as He is a post- and epi-cultural Manifestation of Supracontinental Citizenship of the World), that Future is before us.

But before that coming Era of Pinnacling Consciousness starts, let's have an ‒ already nostalgic ‒ look at some of His historically unprecedented acts of appropriation, all of them conducted to Humanize the Progress and to further the Progress of Humanity, of course.
By doing that, let us continue in the spirit of Comrade Minitrue's groundbreaking habilitation treatise.


Let's start our progressively toiling march with this shining chapter :
The One appropriates Working-class habits

This is how we love Him ‒ the steely resolve of Dear Der Leader in full command of His shovel, a Man of Action confronting the merciless cold gaze of the glassy-eyed transfokators.



ADDENDUM.

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The One appropriates Working-class habits continued :
Out of nostalgia, recall shoveling performances of The One, already Kubed :

Shovel-Ready on Lenin's Birthday / Earth Day (2009) :


The People's Shovel: a Timeless Symbol of Socialist Leaders (2013) :

and the classic - of Shovel & Socialist Leaders (2013) plus Lenin's Birthday / Earth Day (2016)


and now let's close the bracket :

alias : MY WORK HERE IS DONE.



P.S.
Frankly, I wonder if P45 will ever go down (cornerstone/protocolar ceremony an exception) to that "PR" idiocy of "Real life" shoveling "Real dirt" for (ecstatic) photogs.

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The One appropriates Working-class habits - beer drinkin' :





Maybe some folksy training is due ?
Say: Oans, Zwoa, G'suffa 101* ?

Genosse Dummkopf haff grief of ↑ zhat .(pipl, vee haff revoolooshn to make! not Hofbräu sports!)

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Comrades,

The One™ continues to aid in our struggle even though nearing the end of HIS first 8 year term.

If I had a shovel I'd shovel in the morning
I'd shovel in the evening
I'd make holes all over this land
like some kind of rodent

Barack Obama shovels but there's no wheelbarrow for the dirt. He doesn't think that far ahead. This is somewhat emblematic of his foreign and domestic policies.

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huh, again toiling to extend the GREAT MEMORAMA !

Skip the obvious, burnt for decades into The People's memory ― those girlie-pitch baseball season openings, in Mom jeans... .flappity-flappity soft-bike rides¹... .glorious basketball show-offs².... world-class limp-wristing... .perma-golfin'...<sup>.

1</sup> poor Pamalinsky, her childhood like totally appropriated.
² El Presidente's puerility appropriated, shamelessly.


Today :
The One appropriates sports habits - miscellanea :

(that was epic)
nicely summarized by Gary Locke, a highly talented cartoonchik :

Somewhat effete after that barrage of activity, The One relaxes by transculturally appropriating Mark Spitz × Mike Phelps (× being the usual symbol for multiplication) in a furiously rising ocean :

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... and now :
The One appropriates sports habits - basketball time! :




The One (inner monologue) : huh! photog-in-chief in attendance! hurry up, hurry up, do sumptin folksy, progressively folksy. sumptin we focus-grouped. yes, yes, the ball. (must tell them to repair it, the thing is totally like rectangular) yeah, and papers - get papers, and shuffle. yeah - shuffle, and pensive mien, stern, an air of gravity.

Genosse Dummkopf wrote:.
... and now :

The One (inner monologue) : huh! photog-in-chief in attendance! hurry up, hurry up, do sumptin folksy, progressively folksy. sumptin we focus-grouped. yes, yes, the ball. (must tell them to repair it, the thing is totally like rectangular) yeah, and papers - get papers, and shuffle. yeah - shuffle, and pensive mien, stern, an air of gravity.

"Pensive, stern, an air of gravity,.." yes, and totally appropriate when important thinking about convoluted abstractions is in progress. Only a true master could arrange - in advance - all the small details of such a lovely candid photograph. Brilliant!