What a week.
What a weird and scary time to be alive.
I turn 42 on Sunday, and I all want for my birthday is for everything to be a little less fucking stupid and cruel. Maybe I need to take a trip…
Tired of the hustle and bustle of boots on your neck? Checkpoints getting on your nerves? Does civil unrest keep you up at night? You deserve a luxurious trip away from the fascist fuckery.
Visit Stupid Island, where the horrors of the world fade into the sunset!
This design was fun because Stupid Island is a concept I’ve played around with since Dubya Bush’s second term, and it’s still a growing joke with friends. The original idea is that Stupid Island is where the worst of humanity get sent, and war criminals get catapulted into the sun. And when Covid started, the joke grew into Wake Up Stupid Island, an absurd morning show broadcasting from the future.
Now I think Stupid Island should expand into travel, hawking island getaways from fascism, since freedom is a destination non grata.
Fucking Hell
On the 4th, I was looking at illustrations of Japanese firework catalogues in the late 1800s, which are visually pleasing if you like art that orders color and chaos. While looking at the firework drawings, and hearing real fireworks, I keep thinking about how the patterns looked like a bomb radius. Each hiss and boom reminded me of the millions of people hearing similar sounds under very different circumstances.
The US is, as always, a bloodthirsty nation, and the global arms trade our country runs has created fucking hell on earth. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of paying taxes to fund bombs and death.
I Don’t Give a Fuck
The overwhelming, constant demand of always-on-video culture is exhausting and this designs sums up how it makes me feel. “Let’s hop on a quick Zoom!” Let’s not. Send an email, actually make a [shudder] phone call. Don’t make me put on a public face when all I have right now is Genocide News Network face.
The amount of pressure to be as visually pleasing and pleasant as possible, at all times, can absolutely get fucked. People don’t want constant meetings and video calls to stay “focused” and “connected,” we want to be left alone to do what we need to do. People are busy, fuck your mandatory video-on policy bullshit.
What the Fuck
Alligator farms are real, and back in the day, people didn’t think of child safety as a high priority, so, this vintage illustration is likely not far from the truth. Forget taking a baby to a bar, take them to the gator farm! Just a normal, lovely afternoon of extreme danger for the whole family.
Miserable Fuck
This design was inspired by the miserable fucks who seem incapable of letting women live their own lives. Even powerful Medusa, off in the middle of nowhere, minding her business, still couldn’t escape some dude’s plan. History and culture overflow with men’s plans, and the women who lose their heads over it.
Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition
I don’t know what we just celebrated on the 4th, considering the legal sledgehammer the Supreme Court took to any hope one might have left for humanity or legal order taking national priority anytime soon. FUBAR seemed the most appropriate fuck for SCOTUS since it can mean fucked up beyond all recognition, or beyond all repair.
Four justices stand out the most as beyond any repair. Thomas and Alito, both with openly treasonous wives, are the biggest pay-to-play crooks. Kavanaugh is a foaming at the mouth bigot, and Barrett is an evangelical lunatic; both of whom perjured themselves during their confirmation hearings.
Sadly, these fuckheads hold lifetime positions, have excellent healthcare access, and powerful friends that want them to serve corporate and/or religious interests for as long as possible.
The good news is that eventually everyone dies.