#phineas barnum

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Phineas barnum from the greatest showman ? ^_^

Phineas Barnum from The Greatest Showman is Autistic!

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★ ; phineas barnum

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What You Love About Raúl Esparza

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/145732570?asc=u

Raúl Esparza once again stole the show with his performance of There's A Sucker Born Every Minute from the Musical Barnum during the Celebrating 50 Years of Broadway by showcasing everything that we love about him. As always, all proceeds benefit MCC Theater (in Raúl Esparza's honor) and the Joyful Heart Foundation (in Raúl Esparza's & Peter Scanavino's honor).

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to THE GREATEST SHOWMAN (Dec 20, 2017)

“No one ever made a difference by being like everyone else.”

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Characters played by Hugh Jackman

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watching the greatest showman, lowkey shipping phillip and p.t., going on tumblr to find out other people ship them too is honestly so great

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"I'll take you to the other side"

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History of Circus: from Ancient Roots to Controversial Sensation

Throughout history, the word “circus” has meant many things. Yet, from violent spectacles to ethical abuse, it was all in the name of entertainment.

Link to article: https://www.thecollector.com/history-of-circus/

Here it is! Another article I wrote for TheCollector! I’ve loved The Greatest Showman since I bought the album before the movie even came out in 2017, and I’ve started the blog TheGreatestShowstopper in 2018. Doing a deep dive on the real P.T. Barnum and the history of the circus was fascinating! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Enjoy! :D

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“These hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough” ⭐️

Movie: The Greatest Showman

Song: Never Enough - Loren Allred

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Die erhabenste Kunst ist die, andere glücklich zu machen. ~ Phineas Taylor Barnum

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Ahistorical Skit from an unfinished YT history video on Phineas Gage depicting how PT barnum hired him.

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Barnum!

Volume: 1

Issue: 1

Barnum! In Secret Service to the USA

Writer: Howard Chaykin, David Tischman

Penciler: Niko Henrichon

Inker: Niko Henrichon

Colourist: Lee Loughridge

Cover: Niko Henrichon, Lee Loughridge

Vertigo

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“Everything’s in the cloud now,” I shout at the hot air balloonist over the sound of the burners. Sun glints off my snub-nose .38. “I was never smart enough to be a hacker before.”

Phineas Fogg looks behind him. "Uh-uh," I gently scold, and shake the gun for emphasis. "That went overboard a long time ago." He looks glumly over the edge of the basket, hoping to see his Passenger Removal Blackjack. It's a a desperate hope, one that it was simply misplaced by me, rather than yote parabolically into a nearby state fair from 8,000 feet. "Now drive."

"Fucking Missouri," he spits, and he's right. In any other state, this would be a felony. Balloonists are like gods there, unimpeachable even by law enforcement. Here, the gods meet mortals, and they don't like it.

We float higher and higher as he works what I have determined to be a crude throttle. The fire is beautiful, but I know that I cannot allow myself to be distracted by the purging of hydrocarbons. These balloony-types are crafty, having fought their way out of the vicious canvas wars of their disgusting home country. I know that if I take my eyes off the prize for one second, he'll try something.

Indeed he does. We pass briefly over an attractive red-and-white circus tent, itself an overinflated artifact of a bygone age of freaks. My unwilling travelling companion takes the opportunity to leap out of the basket, falling hundreds of feet. He bursts through the roof of the tent, landing squarely in a conveniently-placed bale of hay. Figures, I grunt to myself, but then I notice that he's not moving. No doubt the Barnum Bros have gotten themselves a cost-cutting MBA, who has decided that rocks painted like hay is sufficient enough to convince the rubes that the elephants are eating well and treated well, in equal measure.

I have caught myself in quite the pickle, I realize, as I look at the crude array of burners, levers, strings, springs, and apertures that lay before me. Saturday morning cartoons have taught me that this contraption operates the balloon's height, but its exact nature is unclear to me. Safe for the moment, I decide to take advantage of the surprising-but-welcome solitude and meditate on the issue, sitting cross-legged in the bottom of the basket and pivoting my thoughts towards the eternal expanse of human ingenuity. Carburetors of my youth come unbidden to my mind's eye on this vision quest, and soon I have discovered the common ancestor of this gas-burping nightmare and my precious Plymouth Volare's single-barrel, ethanol-rotted Ball & Ball.

Opening my eyes, it is very clear to me now what I must do. I floor the fucker. An enormous wall of flame bursts from the burners, singing my eyebrows. I laugh, and rise into the sky. Up there, in the clouds, the banks dwell. I am coming for them.

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Happy 55th Birthday Hugh Jackman (October 12, 1968)

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"P.T. Barnum." "From the circus?" "Yes, you-- You've been?" "God no. But, I have seen the crowds. People leave your shows a great deal happier than when they came in-- which is much more than I can say for my play." "And, yet you have no trouble selling tickets."