The Dow of Poo

Apparently I'm not the first guy to think this up. Which makes me seethe with anger, but there you are. Try googling The Dow of Poo. There's like a million hits.

But anger, dear friends, gets you no place (Note to self: share this notion with ex-wife next time you see her). Actually that may not be true. Focused anger in, say, competitive sports can really bring up the juice. But still, take a cleansing breath. All the way in. All the way out. Remember your diaphragm.

Here's some version of the bear:



You with me?

And the good news is that, in my line of work, copying other people's shit is totally okay. Expected even. Hell, Francis Bacon was always copping that Odessa Steps/The American Investor image when he was painting the odd Pope. Witness Innocent Ten:



And Frankie B--as everybody knows--is the real deal.