Rebus

big part of why i can't draw anymore is because i feel so strongly about the state of things

marathon has great writing and world and everything going on but it is absolutely not the kind of game i enjoy actually playing lmao

how do you feel about the justified but ugly manifestations of my schizophrenic rage

i'm tired of so much suffering in this world being so entirely preventable

a red demon is wearing a maga hat and holding a pole with an american flag topped with a mickey mouse/captain america logo. the devil's tail is jagged but points upward, oozing blood and surrounded by dollar signs. accompanying text reads: SHAREHOLDER VALUE. remember christians: what capitalism would have you do is more important than what jesus would have you do! money may be the root of all evil, but its pursuit and infinite growth is as holy to america as loving thy neighbor is to your faith, and so, knowing who you truly worship most, you know what you must do. FOLLOW THE RED ARROW UPWARD AND TO THE RIGHT. NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES TO GET TO PROFIT HEAVEN AND ITS INFINITE POWER.

a man is pointing a gun at the viewer, looking utterly pathetic and rabid in spit of his crucifix necklace. a body is dead at his feet already. accompanying text reads "If Jesus were to respass upon my holy american lawn, gas station wine half empty, dirty, dressed in rages, something dark and angular i can't recognize i his hands, in the company of a twitchy prostitute who has reason to resent me, and my friend and my friend and my brother and his boss and his friend who is another friend of mine, i wound grab my holy gun and shoot, and hope the cops arrest his sobbing shemale friend for whoring when they arrive to save me and my horrible delicate wife whom i hate lovingly with all my heart, on this earth my god made for all mankind, his greatest creation, i assert domain as an american, for that dirt and grass is my holy property, and i take PRIDE in my ownership, your sleeping on my favorite park bench at night when i'm not even there but in my own bed perturbs me, jesus, your filthy shoeless feet in my store disgusted me, jesus, your skin and footprints on my lawn bruised my ego, jesus, that little hotel bible you were holding scared me jeuss, how could i have know that's what it was, i couldn't recognize it from such a distance

a klansman is gripping young girl by the wrists as she screams for everything to stop, how she doesn't want anything that's being done to her, no no no. an elephant is expression euphoria as its tusks pierce her body, and its trunk extracts a baby from between her legs. the elephant shudders "congratulations! it's a future womb! it will perform such holy and profitable labor and make us all proud!" while the klansman says "you may be a little inbred but at least you are purer than your mongrel mother"; in the bacground, a donkey is giddily snapping photos of this scene with a camera, stating ooooh that looks pretty bad! better promise to vote for me no matter what and maybe i'll do something about it NEXT time for SURE; ooooh fuck yum his election is in the BAG i can't intervene just yet this shit makes ME look SO GOOD by comparison"

there is a mound of blodies upon which there is a platform. on this platform a red elephant prances with glee over the violated husk of rape impregnated child, holding the baby up in its trunk. a blue donkey mashes a "kill foreigners with bombs button" while proclaiming "you wanna let THAT guy have a turn on MY oops i mean OUR button?!" and as he presses this buttons over and over and over a klansman tells the elephant "just make sure to kill it or at least make it unemployable and homeless if it ends up a tranny or disabled ok chief its what jesus would want" and the elephant replied "so true bestie"

more less polished figment of my broiling fucking rage doodles from 2022 bc the roadkill comics weren't Fanged enough for me at the time, if you can't tell i was very very very. Upset.

political vent art depicting a cross with a KKK hood over it chanting "do not rebel just vote" over and over then saying "we are a nation blezzed by god, it's true because we say so" accompanying drawings inlcude: a nude girl bound gagged and blindfolded with a massive red clawed hand erupting from her vagina clutching a terrified babied as an elephant coos about all the future labor and worship this baby will provide. a red elephant fused to the aforementioned cross stomps on a bed bound poc demanding they stop being unprofitable and/or undesirable, announcing it feels threatened by the bed bound poc's body. another image depicts a grim reaper reluctant and upset to collect the souls of bomb scorched bodies. a blue donkey fused to the aforementioned cross pretends to lament its refusal to fund aide over bombs, as a "pal" was desperate for war weapons. the elephant says it finds this Not unfortunate. the donkey replies this is Tacky to say out loud

bodies decay and return to the soil while pale roots infest it, announcing how proud those that killed these bodies deserve to be, and encouraging them to not listen to "degenerate would-be war-enders and their blasphemous compassion" and assuring that the reader's occupies the greatest nation after all, so all things must continue as they are, and the reader can feel proud an patriotic about them

the pale roots are the horns of a humanoid who gloats about the reader occupied the greatest nation that should keep doing what it always done, for it is too blessed to ever fall. unsubtle accouterments in the artwork depict a red arrow creeping up and narrowing, then eliminating, a blue space lined with red arrows moving right, that says, in sequence "just compromise. my yacht is starving. will reach across aisles for dollars. just compromise. at least we are painted blue. just compromise"

all three prior panels in a singular image

for no reason i've been reminded of these before now unposted visceral vent arts i made a few years ago when my family were trying very very hard to punish + brute force abuse afflict their religion psychosis stances on me but weren't getting the results they wanted

anyway
i hate america

Not sure
Perhaps I’ll make my own experimental flags

when it pisses me off that my Are You Not Entertained dancing bear ass saying this provokes a stronger emotional response more often than actual starving children

when depression appetite annihilation causes the kinda weight loss where your glasses now start free falling off your face to the floor if you tilt your head down

Ludovic [center] poses with a group of friends at the Combo Breaker fighting game tournament

After fighting game community member Ludovic Mbock was arrested by ICE, his family and friends have been working non-stop to bring him home
aftermath.site/ice-ludovic-mb...

I’m tired if people who don’t need help manipulating and exploiting my desire to help everyone btw

(genderfucked butch voice) can the next new lesbian flag be less universal conventionally girly colors

Picture of Marjane Satrapi alongside a quote from her. The quote reads: The world is not divided into countries. The world is not divided between East and West. You are American, I am Iranian, we don't know each other, but we talk together and we understand each other perfectly. The difference between you and your government is much bigger than the difference between you and me. And the difference between me and my government is much bigger than the difference between me and you. And our governments are very much the same... - Marjane Satrapi, Iranian-French graphic novelist

Thinking about this quote from Persepolis creator Marjane Satrapi again.

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I’m going for a long walk. At least the air is nice.

In case you’re just waking up, the U.S. has teamed up with Israel overnight to start an illegal war of regime change, apparently on a presidential whim with no involvement of Congress, and they are already committing horrific atrocities.

“Operation Epic Fury” and the first casualties are dozens of little girls in an obliterated elementary school

I can’t fucking take this shit like I can’t fucking Process this

Sitting w my head in my hands

I’m glad that episode wasn’t too long or severe but I’m now in the post-triggered jittery bundle of shredded raw ptsd nerves phase and wishing I was within a hundred miles of anyone I trusted enough to hug me until the stim pressure crushes the bad feelings out hhhuuurgh

An anthro dog with a black jumpsuit/ruff collar feeds a large dog inspired creature a mango. The dog has two gold collars and gold bangles on its tail. Birds and snakes in trees share fruit in the background

Better documentation of my piece The Banquet, made for the Further Confusion 2025 Art Show!

i love the ocean and everything in it so much for someone who is too terrified of The Bends to ever go scuba diving

okay i think the flashbacks are over

New band names include Night Brunch and Cave Etiquette. Gave a friend of mine creative dibs on that first one

Wtf was it poisoned??? 😭

I remember this situation so vividly and yet i dislike the memory at the same babysitter’s place where dinner was slimy unseasoned box made scalloped potatoes more. Agony was preferable to bad food to me even at that age which is actually kind of funny looking back. I think?

Florida memories means flashbacks to when I was very small and once when playing in a baby sitter’s backyard I sank thigh deep into a sand pit that turned out to have a hollow with a whole fire ant colony under it. and my legs were Covered in Fire Ants they had to hose off

It wasn’t a great day

Multi Family gatherings. Autocorrect being very presumptuous again

Vinegar to every other alter: i know I alienate us from everyone, but those I do not alienate, you can trust to not throw you away the instant a juicy money contract or adequate social capital is on the table; this is one of many things I exist to protect us from happening to us Again

Sorry I’m having a manic episode and I get Mouthy in such states

your thing is not indie/independent if it only gets made by being funded by the collective underpaid labor of merch manufacturers you’ve never met in a country you never set foot in