Who are these guys we’ve got, running either to or from the camera that blares light. Trump is trumped by Biden, and will it continue in Roku Channel debate broadcasts?

Have you ever noticed how much trouble the GOP has in finding a truly bad photograph of Joe Biden to use against him in its mailings to dutiful U.S. taxpayers? Or for that matter, most any national Democratic candidate? And closer to home, that went double for my friend Liz Jones, who ran successfully for School Board and also took a stab at the state Legislature, being defeated by a Republican who had been in office since the time of the New Deal, I swear, but at least they have another former model, Melania.
And that brings us back to The Big Guy, as I’m sure he would like to be known. Unless this is really a matter of photo-shopping and selectivity, Trump just can’t seem to look good in a photo. In a TV promo for Monday night’s debate, Trump looks like one of my funny uncles in face and forehead, as well as girth and of course, hair. But Biden makes the cut as being OK. Be your own celebrity judge on a Stream Live on The Roku Channel, in the Shining Light of Election 2020, with the zeros kind of obliterated. And not on the twos that are left untouched? LikeTwins? The Twins? Like the Bushes twins. And would that play well in the Twin Cities, based on the Biden blitz on KQRS. Why that station?
So beat the Bushes during this campaign, in two different ways, part like hitting the booths to support like father like son? And Biden even looks more like the late elder Bush than an average Joe.
So I quote: “Coverage starts: 8PM ET | 5PM PT. Debate: 9PM ET | 6PM PT. Watch free. Election 2020 Schedule.”
One last thing? Is photo shop even a thing anymore?”

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