I was in a slump and felt overwhelmed by all the revelations that politics as usual is all about acquiring and retaining power. It happens on both sides of the aisle, but Republicans, I’m convinced – because they’re wealthier and have more to lose – are better at it. And that was before RBG died (see an RBG post from 2014 with video), prompting Republicans to activate their pituitary glands once again for the world to see! So, I sketched out one of my stock, bald-headed “establishment” guys in Sketch Club on my iPad. I copied it, flipped it, added some more details, tweaked it a little in iColorama while recording the “movement,” and then finally editing the video with a soundtrack in Videoshop. As I did this, I realized I was working through an insight, or at least a suspicion, that we attach ourselves to mental constructs, even our sense of self, with whom we dance and dance and dance, as reality goes on in the overlooked background. It’s so hard to detach or let go, but very little acceptance can occur until we do.
Well over 100, and counting, of my digital (iPad) cartoons, doodles, and photo-mashups about this nightmare, dating back to late 2014: This Post has been converted into a Page (See above) called Trump Gallery since it keeps on growing.
There’re more below, but let’s start with this image conceived at breakfasttime just minutes ago:
If you have a cognitive periscope, and if it’s sticking up above the surface, then you know this is an endurance test, and we’re over our heads in it! Take the latest mass shooting, for example, and all of the prayers and inactivity associated with it:
Ok, the shit’s been hitting the fan for so long, inspiring “cartoonery,” (wait is that even a word?) on my part so often, that I’ve gotten into the habit of simply posting images on Instagram rather than posting on this illustroblog. So, this post is a collection of images that reflects my take on the last few days of this colossal assault on our country by the barely elected clown and all those who look the other way for one reason or another.
So, then there’s this from a few days again:
While I’m at it, here’s one from early January that was rejected by the New Yorker, my first and only attempt so far. Incidentally, I can understand why it wasn’t accepted; I’ve done better. Still, I have an account, and I’ll give it a try again soon. At any rate, here’s what I had submitted; it accentuates how Trump is caught in the past and incapable of facing the reality that lies before the rest of us, and not just the 30 some percent of the eligible voters who he calls his base, whose view of reality is irreversibly subverted. Ok, the image:
I just want you to know that my first Trump-related post was from way back in December of 2015! The image highlights what we’re only now beginning to comprehend, namely, that Trump is only tip of the iceberg, that behind him is a gaggle of despicable cowards; check it out: https://portfoliolongo.com/2015/12/14/when-you-see-one-on-the-kitchen-floor/
Here’s pretty much how I feel about all this:
See other toons: https://portfoliolongo.com/trump-gallery/
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.