I actually was thinking when I made this, believe it or not. This was made for a contest. The rules were that we had to trace our hand, make a turkey out of it, and incorporate it into a piece of art somehow. All the turkeys in the picture started out as traces of my left hand.
So yeah, there was thought involved...it was just rather insane is all. And assuming I thought this out well enough, I might actually win a prize!
Well yeah. I mean, we all know that whole crucifying thing never happened. In reality, the Romans ate him with a side of gravy and some cranberry sauce. Also, why else did Winston Churchill want our national bird to be a turkey? Eh? EH?
Romans are cannibalists!! =O Oh, the things our govermentally censored textbooks keep from us.
And a turkey is so much better than a bald eagle. But then we'd probably be eating blad eagles on Thanksgiving instead of turkies... considering the whole you-can't-kill-the-national-bird thing... yeah.
Or that other guy. You know the one. I haven't slept in a while. I've been listening to the same song on repeat in random segments since 3:00. I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO THE SAME SONG FOR TWELVE HOURS NOW. SANITY IS NOT MY STRONG POINT.
I actually did remember that it was Ben Franklin once I thought about it. I have no bloody clue how I mixed him and Churchill up. They're not even the same time period (or country) for cryin' out loud. By my logic, Churchill would've been anciiiiiiiient. But hey, being a founding father of America and being British Prime Minister during WW2 would look darned impressive on a resume.
Sadly, this still isn't as stupid as my little jeans/genes mixup. <.< I should just not talk when I'm tired.