Hrm. I should maybe do a nonhuman mammal of some sort next.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Lovebirds from Yesterday
Hrm. I should maybe do a nonhuman mammal of some sort next.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Just a quick note: about housekeeping here.
No, not done yet with that synapsid scale post. Commissions take priority. But I did want to mention I'm planning on revamping the links list off to the side a bit. There's new blogs that need to be added, new categories that need to be expressed (to cover the older blogs which are no longer updated but are still pretty important), and maybe mess with the widgeting a little.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Jabba the Gut
Julia supplied the photoreference for this:
(There is a--legitimate, I think--fear that some of the things that get sent to me wind up in some sort of black hole. This sometimes does happen, but not this time. I've been planning this image for a while, and might tackle it again in a different medium.)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
A moment's reflection in anger.
"1 down, 534 to go."*
No one should be considered an American, who honestly believes this. Or this.
If anyone thinks they should undo the votes of hundreds of thousands or millions of people with a single bullet, they don't deserve to live here. They don't belong here. They are not conservatives, they are not liberals, they are not libertarians, they are neither right nor left, but tyrant wanna-bes.
A bullet is not a vote. It's a not a legitimate political argument. Disagreement will not be resolved in their favor if they exercise their belief that they have the right (or responsibility) to murder elected officials. If they must lash out, there are nonviolent means at their disposal. If those means don't generate results, maybe it's time for them to re-evaluate their ideas, not advocate the slaughter those who dare to disagree with them.
That is what tyrants do.
So when tea partiers show up to the next town hall or the next meeting carrying firearms, they should consider this:
"Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun."--Mao Tse-Tung, "Problems of War and Strategy" (November 6, 1938), Selected Works, Vol. II.
No one should be considered an American, who honestly believes this. Or this.
If anyone thinks they should undo the votes of hundreds of thousands or millions of people with a single bullet, they don't deserve to live here. They don't belong here. They are not conservatives, they are not liberals, they are not libertarians, they are neither right nor left, but tyrant wanna-bes.
A bullet is not a vote. It's a not a legitimate political argument. Disagreement will not be resolved in their favor if they exercise their belief that they have the right (or responsibility) to murder elected officials. If they must lash out, there are nonviolent means at their disposal. If those means don't generate results, maybe it's time for them to re-evaluate their ideas, not advocate the slaughter those who dare to disagree with them.
That is what tyrants do.
So when tea partiers show up to the next town hall or the next meeting carrying firearms, they should consider this:
"Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun."--Mao Tse-Tung, "Problems of War and Strategy" (November 6, 1938), Selected Works, Vol. II.
I consider this a repudiation.
* I believe this fellow is simply a stupid man, who said the wrong thing at the wrong time, and has no idea how to say, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. That was an inappropriate and stupid thing to say." That doesn't engender in me any sympathy, however, just pity. Sympathy in this case only exists for the misunderstood.
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