Crap Detector

Keeping busy in the Firestone Complete Auto Care waiting room/chapel.

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Wrong!

Where’s the outrage? When will he be dragged out?

A painful drawing in Procreate.

Blah Blah Blah

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Paper 53 and final tweaking in iColorama

Trailer Trash

 

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Procreate, iPad Pro, Apple Pencil, even before reading this piece that my brother-in-law shared.

Fake Quijote

I can’t remember how this even came about. Russian flag? Bannon? Trump?  All I know is that I owe Cervantes an apology; maybe for the second time because of this 11/28/13 post as well.

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Paper 53, Imported photo of a drawing whose origin I know nothing about, so I have the bird toting it.

Nostaglia

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Boob Tube

Boob Tube

Paper by Fifty Three

He that Tweeteth Discord

Proverbs 6:16-19 {Revised Portfoliolongo Version)

16 These six things doth the Lord hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:

17 A proud look, a lying tongue, and tiny hands that shed innocent blood,

18 An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,

19 A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that tweeteth discord among brethren.

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Forecast

shit storm

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BEHIND THE SCENES: For weeks now, an evasive idea has been trying to form itself on my cognitive drawing board, having to do with depictions of absurd, segregated services reserved for conservatives or liberals. At first I thought of separate traffic lights at any given intersection, one set of red lights for the conservatives and another for the liberals. Then I realized how unlikely it would be, in such an imagined reality, that conservatives and liberals would even share the same roads. If nothing else, there would have to be fancy toll roads for conservatives only and old, beat up, public roads for the liberals. So I scratched that.

Then notions of segregated meteorological services for conservatives and liberals began appearing on my internal drawing board. I imagined a conservative weatherperson standing in the pouring rain with a mic in one hand and an umbrella in the other outlining the counter factuals: sunny, low humidity, time for a picnic. You know, “fake weather.” But then a staff researcher found the YouTube video below, published way back in 2012. Damn it! That’s when I decided to go with the simple shit storm forecast.