30.9.11

more War on Drugs
















do i seem a little obsessed about the War On Drugs? this is why - if there's not enough money for everyone to drink clean water, or to make sure kids have a good breakfast before school, then there's not enough money for this doomed and stupid war.



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Conflict Resolution demotivator









dugg's most recent thought on conflict resolution




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29.9.11

the Oil Sands demotivator


it seems like there are people who have issues with the whole oil sands project and the pipeline to take that oil down to thirsty carburetors down south...





here's my contribution to the discussion - 1 oil sands demotivator!



more tar sands / oil sands demotivators are right here!


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the Wonder of clip art comics












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Wondermark is a glory of detail and wonderful writing- a sort of visual steampunk that is always engaging.




















Leave It To Jesus is hardcore ho-hos... not for the faint of heart or the easily vexed... but when it hits, it's like a drop kick to the funny bone...


























my new filing technique is unstoppable



David Rees is an originator. If you're lucky you might have seen his work in your local weekly. If not, click the link above and prepare to lose yourself in his observations- enjoy!


learn more about the creator of these fine panels here...

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28.9.11

Every day is Earth Day







...because the Earth is totally there
for us, 24/7/365, right?



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What of God was one of...










Seriously...what if ?




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27.9.11

Remember when






remember when a million bucks....










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when the Stars come out...








Say what you want about Ypsi, if you're making Cadillac tracks down Michigan Avenue, leaving
the Motor City for Chic-town and points west you're driving by.

Most people tap the gas and pull out to pass but
if you're in show business, and the Star is low on reds and greens, you might flip the blinker and turn off, looking for the Brick Dick, and the second left and the bar where a friend of a friend might have something like what you need.


The Star is looking for Dwayne, and the bar
is where he does his business, as he calls it. Mostly, he hangs around hustling free pours off other people's jugs and shooting his mouth, but once
in a while he sells a handful of pills.


Some called him white trash, but nobody out at
the Coachville trailer park thought he and his were all that special. His old man was a dumbass first class and his mother was a soiled dove, semi-pro. In Dwayne's file at the sherriff's, there was a short report from his first probation officer that said it all: "Dwayne might not have been born a dickhead, but he took to it like a hog to a bucket of fresh shit". 


The Star et al find the bar, park the car and walk inside. They suck up all the air in the room for minute, then a pool ball thumps a cushion and people drift back to their whatever. It's nobody's first dance - Dwayne and the Star pick each other out at the get-go and head for Dwayne's office.

It takes a minute for occupants to zip up and disappear. The Star asks him "What've you got?", and Dwayne throws a blindside sucker punch upside his head and runs out of the men's room and the back door of the bar.

He gets as far as the dark edge of the parking lot where he stops, gasping for breath, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.



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10 Great Music Demotivators

...and as it happens, 6 out of 10 of them were done by me. coincidence? probably not...








































































































































rock on!





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Self-Destructive tendencies






















I don't do a lot of things that are "good" for me.
But given the fact that I don't drive, I do a lot of walking. I always have, and if these infographics
are accurate, it seems that could be a good thing.





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26.9.11

conservatives fight crime demotivator










... thinking people like Justice Minister
Rob Nicholson and his Conservative brand mates are the ones who are going solve these complex human situations is like inviting a suicide bomber to a knife fight....





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a Creationist demotivator







i can't allow myself to dwell upon the fact that people who believe this walk among us, and are often armed.









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Eyes on the prize!








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Why did the chicken cross the Road?


It's a story as old as chickens, one that teased
man's mind since his over easy.


But there's another deeper question,
a question you don't hear so much...
a question maybe we're afraid to ask
because there's implications in the answer...              



What did the chicken say
when it got back?

















thanks for sharing!



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25.9.11

Ralph Steadman





A great artist is a singularity, an individual who, through force of will and technical skill, can translate their profound personal passion and intelligence into something that touches us...
and in that touching, change us.

Ralph Steadman is a great artist.








He was not well known when he arrived in Kentucky in 1970 to work with a little-known writer on a piece for Scanlan's magazine on the running
of the Kentucky Derby.

It all worked well enough to do it again. This time they would go to a conference of police chiefs
in Las Vegas.

On drugs.










Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas would change everything. Bars were raised. Stuff hit fans.

New ones were ripped.








It launched one of the most  powerful creative synergies of the 20th century. Their words and images sang like tunnel canaries on crystal meth about the rot and decay in the vitals of America
and beyond.

Decades later, as we stand knee deep and sinking
in cynicism, falsehoods and corruption of every persuasion, it's clear they were right about it all.













With a draftsman's eye and the passion
of an angry, decent man, he has created paintings, prints, drawings, books, coffee cups and cufflinks in a distinctive voice that rages with love, fear and loathing.


















































































if you'd like a very special Steadman work, you can also help Nils Lofgren's wife Amy raise money for something important...







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the truth about Hell










Mxyzptlk and Pyewackett were the kind of imps who really didn't care about much of anything anymore. In a place where what's 'bad' is 'good', you might think this was a good thing, but that would just be one more thing about Hell where you lacked clue one.

For instance, it turns out that no matter which off-ramp you took on your highway to Hell, be it Mictlan, Tartarus, Peklo or Kalichi, you ended up in exactly the same place and when you got there, nobody really gave a damn about what you called it.

This simple metaphysical fact was a kind of cruel, useless foreshadowing dating back to when El Darko still gave a rat's ass. There were stories about hIMSELF  kicking ass and taking names, but nobody had seen hIM that motivated in centuries.

These days, Hell was like a crummy theme park well past its best befores, and therein lay a cosmic irony... though it lacked the diabolical tortures administered by energetic demons so relished by Earthly imagineers, Hell is, was and ever will be way, way worse than any preachers' technicolour fantasy.

Why? Because Hell is incredibly, amazingly boring. Hell is lame. It sucks the Big One, because nothing ever happens. Hell is the worst party of your life with a wicked (sic) hangover and hemorrhoids the size of golf balls.

Everyone at the party is as stupid/nasty/batshit crazy as they were on Earth. They never learn one new thing and they never shut up. The party never stops. It goes on forever and you ain't goin' nowhere, because in a place where everything's burning, fire exits would be silly.

This is why imps, demons and even His Supreme Nastyness are such geeks for human imaginings of Hell in print, movies and other arts. In the Infernal Eternal, these lurid hallucinations are porn cut with Star Wars and Citizen Kane, at least at first. But then, like anything else over the course of Eternity, it gets boring and there you are - back at the party where even Satan is bored,  and God's laughter echoes down the canyon.




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Cats, cats, cats!



Some people love cats.
Some people do not.










i believe my position is clear.




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