Charles what was JD Vance like in person?
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Date: September 17th, 2025 8:18 AM Author: Passionate Roommate Private Investor
From my perspective he has an incredible amount of hair. It doesn’t come across on camera like it does in person. Also he’s not really fat atm. It’s just that his Skull and face are expanded to give that impression. He carries the plain face of the hills, the kind cut from mud and shale and left to dry in the Appalachian sun. The cheekbones are high, though not elegant, more like stone ridges pressed up through earth. His skin bears the pallor of cold winters and poverty meals, the faint reddish cast of a man whose ancestors wrestled their food from fields and coal seams. There is something heavy in the brow, as if thought itself sits uneasily there, a mixture of calculation and brooding suspicion. The eyes are small, not narrow but watchful, pale blue turning gray in certain lights, the color of a river under cloud. They do not invite warmth; they measure, appraise, guard. The nose is blunt, functional, a peasant’s tool rather than an ornament. His lips are thin, compressed, as if shaped by a lifetime of swallowing words or anger. The jaw is squared but not noble. More stubborn clay than chiseled marble, the kind of jaw that clamps shut when a man feels himself cornered, when he knows silence is stronger than speech. His hair, cropped short, is neither rich nor poor in texture, brown leaning to dullness, the shade of worn boots.
The body is built not for grace but for endurance: broad through the shoulders, thick through the trunk, with that taut stiffness of a man who has labored once and still carries the ghost of it in his stance. He walks forward with a farmer’s heaviness, each step striking the ground as if to test its loyalty.
There is no nobility in the face at first glance, only the harsh honesty of the provincial stock that birthed him. Yet in certain angles, under certain light, one sees the raw steel: the ambition of a man who clawed out of his native soil and wrapped himself in the garments of senators. The paradox clings to him: half-clodhopper, half-patrician aspirant.
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Date: September 17th, 2025 1:35 PM
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