Question: what value do you all put on seeing my picture versus just voice over?
I've seen your picture.
I've heard your voice.
No worse than mine.
But there just ain't no way I'm gonna be making any public videos flaunting either one.
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Now, just to take the thread even further off-topic:
Drove over to the Trump thing in Orlando yesterday, just to take in the scene and leave, so you may now consider me insane...
Parked three stops away and took the Sunrail into downtown.
It was as hot and humid as it gets, was still drizzling a little when we arrived. Much of the drive was torrential as only a Central Florida Summer Storm can be without getting scary, like in Dallas, whose similar storms hide hail.
There was a 1/2 mile line of people, about four wide, and more coming all the time, but we found a simple way to merge with it near the front while wandering around, pretending to be waiting to use the Port-o-let stationed by the entry gate, which served both the line and passers-by, abandoning the wait, and "re-joining" the line during a gap.
We probably could have gotten into the Arena later if that was our goal (not).
Got up close to the "while you're waiting for the doors to open in an hour but still 4 hours before the show" stage with Kimberly Guilfoyle and Don Jr. (we were much closer, right down on the corner of the front row for a few minutes. I had my fingers in my ears)
The PA in use was
very very loud, but also very clear.
Nice big-screen on the right. I suppose it's portable, too.
There were a few Blue People mingling, nobody making trouble.
I asked a Bicycle Cop (there were plenty to ask) where they had hidden the demonstraters.
He stood up off the bike seat, waved one arm backwards over his head pointing down an empty street, and said "Oh, they're way back over there down behind there someplace over there somewhere."
Many Media folk wandering around with their shiny shoes unsuccessfully avoiding the mud and puddles, with their microphone emblazoned with their affiliation, and a laptop, and a sheaf of notes, and a scruffy cameraman, looking for a sound bite. One of the female reporters confused me, as I thought initially I was looking at AOC in the flesh. "What's she doing here?" I mused.
And, of course there was a Trump Impersonator. He fooled me too, in that I thought "Gee, that poor guy has to go around with that mug all the time", but he was wearing a mask. I couldn't tell from ten feet until my mind finally registered the constant expression it held. If he was speaking to the people interested in speaking with him, his mouth didn't move.
Hundreds of booths and vendors selling, well, attempting to sell, the hats and t-shirts and such. They weren't doing much business, from what I could see. The people interested in flaunting such attire had come well equipped with what they'd already accumulated elsewhere.
Even the guy selling rain ponchos couldn't get a bite. Once your're wet down here, you're wet, no need to steam yourself under a vinyl tent.