Sunday, March 01, 2015

"The complexities of human pranks escape me."



Somedays Da Cone Eats You

Think Of Diplomacy

Rest in peace, Mr. Nimoy. Thank you for helping the mentally willing among us to visualize a broader universe.



Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Leave Bill-O Alone


He's a sensitive artist...a soothsayer...a truth sayer...and you're all just  a bunch of meanie meanertons for trying to hold him to some sort of alleged, so-called 'journalistical integrity' when he saved Christmas for you, in-between taking incoming fire in Levittown   Beverly Hills   Saks 5th Avenue ...somewhere bad where bad people do badness and yell for iced tea incestuously, er, incessantly.

You liberal elitists and your facts - Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel? Sob!



Friday, January 30, 2015

Third Time's The Charm...

True Mitt


Good of him to keep out of charm's way.

(Apologies for the ancient graphic -  but sometimes the same old candidate just isn't worth the pixels.)


Thursday, January 29, 2015


We Hate Everything Alike

Normally, I wouldn't give anything but the back of my hand to any denizen of a propaganda network that contains more than 60% of bare-faced lies...However, I did get a mild smirk out of broadcaster Bill O'Reilly's succinct place-putting of a media creature who has shown herself patently incapable of either speaking in complete sentences, or having subjective cognitive awareness of what an ultra-buffoon she has dwindled to after the Right wing fap-fest had wiped off and moved on.

So, kudos to you, Bill-O...and no offense intended.


Friday, January 09, 2015

I Am Not Charlie

Fast Food Rushmore

None of us in North America are.

As J.J. McCullough opined in CNN:
Cartoonists in North America increasingly do not see themselves as avant-garde provocateurs for whom no subject is beyond reproach, but rather, as cautious advocates for a particular strain of progressive tolerance.
Quite right, as I have had much opportunity to notice (and regret) since well over a decade ago. There were, and are very few artists on this continent who dare to pictorially exaggerate the foibles and peccadilloes of the obnoxious and powerful, most wishing to avoid the consequences of economic or physical reprisal for their tail-twisting...myself and a few others perhaps being the tepid exceptions to the rule, in spite of enshrined legal protections for such activity.
Fear is a valuable agent against unorganized opposition for those who work in the shadows and who wish to remain there, unmolested and unseen.

Throughout my sojourn, I have never satirized or belittled the deities that one or a group might profess to believe in, for the simple belief on my part that insulting someone elses imaginary friends can often lead to unwarranted hostility among otherwise peaceable folks.

OTOH, I have no such qualms regarding individuals or institutions that profess and perform calamitous stupidities on behalf of their deities and financial backers (the two being somewhat hard to tell apart at times), wrapping themselves gaudily in a threadbare cloak of sanctimonious piffle while they break their own commandments for sport and profit.

I refuse, now and forever to offer respect to such sketchy, cultish motivations that would allow self-serving minds of that shade the opportunity to inflict themselves on others for a specious payoff in a galaxy far, far away.

Fortunately, one needn't ridicule beliefs when the actions themselves are indulgences in foolishness and mendacity.
The issue now for us, and the world is the line between the two that some have deliberately chosen to blur...or obscure completely.

A dose of realism is in order - unlike academics in far-off countries who declaim the breezy ease by which criticism of native religions in the West can be levied in North American mass media, I know good and well that such bold criticisms will, always be met by vociferous, organized push-backs in some cases escalating to firearm use.

I have had occasional personal threats (implied and decidedly minor), and I have felt the invisible lash of negative public opinion at times, from 'left' and 'right' alike...although those situations were never considered by myself as a reason to stop creating, or 'go ghost'  unlike some unfortunates, as I was already as 'anonymous' as one could reasonably think one to be in a world of unseen digital footprints and obsequious surveillance...Or so I thought.

Perhaps I should rethink that quaint strategy. Perhaps.

And so here we are...the second decade in the 21st century, but soon to return to a more comforting time (for some) of darkened, medieval pleasures and the imminent return of the Leviathan.

"No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death: and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short."

Brothers and sisters, are you ready? Really ready?


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Stalking Suffered

Felicitations to my pal Tengrain who was kind enough to link to me, and the good folk at Crooks & Liars...and to YOU, dear reader.

Happy holidays!


Saturday, December 20, 2014

Last minute gift ideas

Jolly Saint Dick

Jolly Saint Dick knows who's been naughty...and very naughty...and he has detailed, unshredded files in a secure undisclosed location. So be nice, and consume in an orderly fashion until this 'goodwill' craze blows over. Perhaps one would like a board all know the rules.

Just Look At Their Eyes Light Up

Or maybe a writing instrument is in order...those pardons won't jot themselves down.

Sooper Sekrit Signing Statement Pen

For some of us, travel might be just the thing to shed those winter blahs.

What Price Fleadom?

Whatever your pleasure, have a safe, enjoyable Holiday time (where allowed), and remember...

Don't Tase Me Ho Ho Ho


Sunday, December 14, 2014


Tuesday, May 06, 2014


I have decided not to continue contributing to this blog. I no longer have the time, money, or inclination to merely poke fun at the monsters in the mist of America's twilight - for the dream is quite over, and I am incapable of cynically profiting from and promoting my trifles within the phantasmagorical ruins of a nightmare.

Thank you and respect to all those who commented, reposted and followed over the years, and my sincere hope for good fortune in the new reality that we all inhabit - even those wise fools who think that money and power will shield them from what fate has waiting.

And to those who brought us to this place and setting - who allowed mendacity, greed, hubris, willful ignorance, and situational ethics to rule their lives so that they could seek dominion over others for their own benefit and no one else...Enjoy your ill-gotten gains in this world, for the world to come will not be as hospitable to your ilk. Believe it.


'...But that was long ago... and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.'

Monday, April 28, 2014

retro darkblack #12 - Nuts To Gun Nuts

Faster, President! Drill! Drill!

Lo, the canned huntress has returned, offering the cordite-stenched unwashed (who cling to their guns and whatever compliant God that will allow them to do as they please) a glimpse of gams and a gnashing of gums to spew her jingo-jangle dominionist drivel with. Please give a lukewarm golf clap for this blaspheming shill and her determination to verbally soil herself for attention, demonstrating a personality warp rivaled only by Ted Nugent and Ann Coulter...two other time thieves of dwindling relevance.


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