Recently, and all over the globe, an epidemic of scandals has broken
out concerning the horrible and hypocrite use of the Photoshop program to jazz
things up and make people appear far more sexy and youthful than they are in
their flesh and blood. I must say the indignation of the public is justified.
The things you see are shocking! Society matrons who are far beyond their
sell-by date are made to look like fillies straight out of the stud farm; top
models are moulded and polished and liposucked the pixel way until they are
beyond all recognition; and even politicians are being digitally enhanced so as
to increase their potential to attract electoral attention (I mean… does
anybody really think that hair on Mr Trump’s skull is real??)
Now, normally, Alfred B Mittington could not care less about such Vanitas Vanitatum of the under-aged world
into which he was born far too early… But he draws the line, dear reader, there
where these Digital Reprobates and Barefacebookies tamper with the respectable
appearance of a dear old close personal friend of his, who cannot defend
himself for being dead! How dare they! J’Accuse with a vengeance, and I will
soon take legal action against the lads and lassies who dared to turn this
picture of dear old Winston:
Into THIS shocking travesty of truth for the advertisements of a top
hat manufacturer:
Shame, I say! Shame shame shame…!!!!
