Last week was very busy and this week… is too much to put into a short paragraph. My gawd. This batch of fucks are a blend of mellow satire and cute colors to counter the horrific suffering and fascism of reality. I remain unconvinced that life isn’t a Twilight Zone episode.
Fucked Up #18
I think just the act of acknowledging that it’s a very fucked up time to exist is super helpful and grounding. We’re all trying to stay alive despite the steady tsunami of insanity. The best we can do is collectively stick together and use our middle fingers, proverbial and actual.
Motherfucker #28
Since October, I’ve been writing and calling elected officials through a few different Jewish and Palestinian groups. It’s not that I believe doing this will change anything, given public opinion has zero impact on congressional decisions, but the action of doing this in mass, with hundreds of other people at a time virtually, created a sense that I was alone.
Collective action can be very simple, and it offers a scale of how consistent, small acts grow over time. Thousands of emails turned into hundreds of thousands, and then millions. There’s no way I could have made it through these last few months without communal concern for survival.
These sort of actions take very little time, and to me, they’re most effective at changing the hearts of people closest to those in power. My goal isn’t to change the minds of my two hackass Louisiana senators, but I would like to connect with the people who see them every day. Very small acts that are important attempts at keeping humanity alive.
Fuck Around & Find Out #32
We need national coverage and this Fuck Around & Find Out plan. It’s time to get serious about extinction insurance. Has anybody written about that in dystopian fiction? If they have, please let me know, because the concept is hilariously disturbing.
Many thanks to my talented muppet friend, Eureeka Starfish, for creating the Dodo design!! We were idea tossing about satirical companies with honest marketing. I mean, a dodo bird makes perfect sense for nightmare insurance in a climate and conflict crisis ridden world.
Americans demand national DODO FAFO coverage! And we want in 5-8 presidential terms! We’ll settle for nothing less than extinction.
Fuck My Life #9
I was thinking about the mythology of guides to the underworld, afterlife or reincarnation. They probably need to take breaks, like a 15 minute break, because human beings kill each other so much. They would always be busy, right, and sometimes, when human beings lose the collective grasp on humanity, they get nonstop busy for weeks, months, years at a time. From a professional standpoint, these mythical beings would most assuredly hate human beings for the workload we create.
Has the worst behavior of humans made even Death’s job morose? Will Death take a latte break one day, and say “FML, I quit.”
Is that why this timeline fucking sucks??
Maybe Henry Kissinger was last evil person Death will accept, and that’s why all these other evil motherfuckers are still alive, despite nature, political violence and near daily Boeing air travel.
Fucking Done #41
Remember how I was complaining that it’s hard to find brown or black Jesus depictions, well, it’s even harder to find stock images of black hands (in general) and doing things (in particular.) White middle fingers are everywhere, of course.
This idea sprang from a conversation with another friend here in the deep south and we were discussing why we miss the white folding chair memes. That viral Alabama video was received so differently between folks who advocate for justice and white liberals who have never set foot in the south.
As a given, US national news doesn’t do a great job of nuance or portrayal of racism in the south (or any other issue,) save for natural disaster porn. Things down here are bad-bad, and conditions in the south for Black Americans is dire. People are fucking done hearing empty promises about change.
There has to be a point where we collectively pack our last fuck and say we’re done living this way. When is enough, enough, for Americans?
For Fuck’s Sake #11
Axwell is 100% still alive, this is not a memorial post, lol. He’s still hanging on, but we’re approaching the rainbow bridge logistics part of senior dog life. I wanted to create a cute fuck to remember him by when he’s gone. Pomeranians have a big personality and natural attitude, and mine has looked at me many times as if to say, “For fuck’s sake, lady, let’s go outside on an adventure,” or “Put that laptop away, for fuck’s sake, it’s time for belly rubs!” My little, furry dictator reminding me of what’s important in life.
Get It The Fuck Together #34
For whatever reason, I couldn’t get the idea of cosmic, neon nuns telling us to get our life together out of my head. Vices, spirituality, the one golden fuck you’re holding onto to stay sane—get it all the fuck together. The destructive cycle depends on people being fractured; collect yourself and embrace your abilities. Neon nuns are watching.
Fuck About #44
Far away in a magical land, deep in the Fuck About Forrest, animals of all kind gather for harmony and peace. Human beings are strictly fucking forbidden.
This Is Fucked #17
This is fucked, but it doesn’t have to be this way. We can do much better than this.