No, the crooner's not that guy.
Nor this one.
Me. & you blithely assumed I was referring to the kinder, gentler machine gun party. For shame, gentle hippie.
Anyway, whilst chuckling unuproariously, a clutch of synapses conjured up from my youth a cacophony of covertly carbon copies of Der Pretzeldent. I know I've seen an expectorating image of the above & was damn sure the child peering over a
receded hairline's faded table's edge came from a famous television advertisement. Alas, memory was oh so wrong.
But at least we've added one more permutation of the Democrats' rallying cry this silly season: Mikey likes 0.6% fewer FBI raids. Not that catchy, I'll admit, but this is why I'm a civil servant & not a mad man.
Update! Mystery solved!
Thanks to amateur sleuth Ethan, no thanks to my decrepit cranium, here's the even-more-appropriate-than-it-first-appears image:
Bit too on-the-nose for Famous Ray's, though.