What is a pirate? A privateer? A buccaneer?
There are people in this world who are driven by greed and a sense that they have nothing to lose by risking everything to take what belongs to you. They swoop in on their fast pirate ships, swing on board your little boat, hurt you, steal what you have, and eventually kill you. Movies romanticize swashbucklers as somebody who takes from the rich and the villainous as a sort of cosmic comeuppance. But the reality is they are criminals and murderers.
But they don’t carry swords any more.
They are the CEOs of banks.
Bank-o’ Merricka is an excellent example who sailed their Jolly Roger right up to the gunwales of my little boat. I underwent a debt reduction program because of five hospital stays in five years that drained my personal treasury. $35,000 in credit card debt reduced and paid off in three years. But Bank-o’ Merricka, after they learned I would not be able to pay all the interest I owed, immediately stopped calling. The debt disappeared from my account. They had sold the debt to a debt collector and quietly sat on the bill as I paid everything else off. Then, they filed a lawsuit for the entire amount I owed, plus interest, and plus legal fees. If I hadn’t hired a lawyer and fought the lawsuit, they would’ve won the entire amount by default. That’s how they clean out most of their victims and prey, because people generally surrender to pirates who come over the rails with swords in their teeth and burning cannon fuses in their beards.
I may still lose the battle in this boarding action, but at least I haven’t simply surrendered. But there are other pirate ships circling my little boat as well. My evil health insurance company are also buccaneers, and they demand higher and higher premiums and co-pays, and routinely deny all claims. Diabetic supply people keep calling me and offering free meters and stuff the health insurance pirates are supposed to cover one hundred per cent. I just paid them $260 dollars of a $500 dollar scam bill that hit my little boat like a cannon shot.
So, the pirates are out there. I am still fighting off the boarders. But I think my little boat is sinking.
Today I must see a lawyer about preventing Bank of America from taking all the money in my accounts and seizing some of my non-exempt assets… which may or may not include my house and car. And all of this basically for unpaid interest payments. Yes, I had the account maxed out for a few years, paying only minimums. So I have basically paid back more money than I spent, but they intend to collect more than merely the unpaid amount. The lawyer I am going to consult says they are gambling that I won’t hire a lawyer and fight it. So he is either going to be a great help, or another bloodsucker draining my resources. We shall have to see. But in this modern world where everything is about debt… debt they don’t really want you to pay off, sometimes you have to roll up your pant legs and wade through the sea of shallow cow poop. If I fail to win this fight, I may end up bankrupt and homeless, so it is pretty important that I take on the beast. It will be something more to laugh about in any case… in the future when the wounds heal.
My newest cartoon is a double portrait of Squinteye the Sailor and Captain Klunk the aficionado of horrible-tasting cereals made from klunkberries. No… there are no copyright violations here… just satire.
Besides being a cereal aficionado, Captain Klunk is a pirate hunter, at least in his own mind. Which is ironic since both he and Squinteye, noted pirate hater, live in Fantastica’s Pirates’ Nest.
Captain Klunk claims to live on Klunkberry Island. But he doesn’t. The HMS Sloppy Puppy, his ship, is made of klunkberry cereal nuggets, so it gets soggy and sinks. He makes up for his lack of ship-ness by being the master of the Science of Boomology. He gets anyone to their desired destination by loading them into a cannon and shooting them there. You can sometimes live long enough to try a second trip.
So, that is a brief description of who Captain Klunk really is. (Oh, yeah, the “C” on the Captain’s cap does not stand for “Captain”. He is just a Chicago Cubs fan… poor, misguided soul!)
I continue to believe bankers, health insurance companies, and corporate leaders are all pirates. The gentleman of the sea dressed all in red in this picture is Black Timothy, bombastic and barely comprehensible leader of the pirates of Fantastica.
The truth is I am a bit of a cartoonist. Don’t worry. It is not a completely horrible and detestable thing to be. Not like being a pirate… or a banker… or worse, a pirate banker. It leads me to do cartoons like you will find in my vault, here…
The Atlas of Fantastica, Chapter 1
It is a basically incurable disease, and yet… I can live with it. It will not kill me like some of my other incurable diseases eventually will.
So today’s post, keeping alive an unbroken string of daily posts that now goes back 16 months, is a picture post. I hope you like it, but if you don’t, another one will come along soon enough.
Yesterday I completed a drawing that I have been working on for 3 days. This is a background drawing of The Pirates’ Nest on the northern coast of Fantastica. It is where the pirates live and do their banker jobs and sell health insurance. You know, acts of pure evil.
I intend to use it to cheat when making cartoons. I can draw characters and then place them in the scene with photo-shop. I can put pirates like Black Timothy (seen here all in red) and his pal Scruffy Bill (with two wooden legs, two wooden arms, and a wooden head) into the scene. Or, I could insert some of the pirate leaders like Pirate King Ronny Ray-gun into the scene.
So, today’s post is one of those lazy posts where I just post something I drew and write some snarky humor-like stuff. But I am thinking I am doing something right. I have set all-time highs for views and visits on this blog in the last seven days, with two days over 100. It is possible that it is just the NSA looking at my conspiracy theory posts, or even the international banking conspiracy watching for me posting stuff like this that calls them pirates and reveals their ultimate evil. But it could also be that some of you actually like the stuff I post while pretending to be an actual author and competent writer. Who knows?