Here is the result of taking a section of my big black and white background and inserting a bit of color. New pictures out of old ones. Can I cheat at the art thing or what?
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More Playing With Black and White Backgrounds
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Midterm Elections
Politics is, unfortunately, a game with rigged rules that you and I need to win, but have only a snowball’s chance in H-E-double-hockey-sticks of winning. Why do we need to win? And why can’t we? It is a matter of how government serves us and who it really belongs to. It is supposed to work democratically, enacting the will of the majority for the general welfare. It is supposed to belong to the American people who vote to make it so. Unfortunately, the Dark Side of the Force has waxed powerful and Darth Dick Cheney and his apprentice Darth Elefans (possibly the Sith Lord name of Ted Cruz) have taken power. The government has become a fascist oligarchy with Sith Lords and corporations enslaving the masses, crushing the middle class, and stripping us of every benefit our tax dollars are supposed to be paying for.
I know that sounds like I am a liberal, and many of my Republican-leaning friends in both Texas and Iowa cringe at the sound of it. To them “liberal” means bad and “conservative” means good. They have all stopped reading this before it reaches this sentence. But to me, liberal simply means that I care. I want to see government help people even if that means that I have to make personal sacrifices to do it. Conservative seems to mean more and more that such a person is only interested in protecting themselves, their profits and their prejudices.
What, you may ask, am I basing this judgement on? I look at what happened in this week’s election. Republicans won a majority in the Senate and retained their majority in the House. The Republican winners have expressed the belief that the Affordable Care Act, so-called Obamacare, needs to be repealed. That basically means that because the Insurance industry, pharmaceuticals, and medical equipment manufacturers make higher profits doing things the old way, they want to take away the insurance that so many people now have that they didn’t have before. In other words, profit is far more important to them than people’s health. These victors have also expressed the belief that global warming and climate change are a hoax, or simply untrue. This means that they reject the scientific evidence that confirms its existence. Science must be wrong because they don’t accept that the recorded facts are true. In other words, they find it more profitable to be stupid and block any attempts to regulate or slow down the highly profitable gas and oil industry. These winners have also stated that the debt and deficit that this country is burdened with (an artifact of a previous Republican administration) needs to be lessened by taking away food stamps, medicare, medicaid, and other social benefits, programs paid for by our hard-earned tax dollars and meant to benefit those among us who fall on hard times or have a need many times created by the wealthy upper class who paid billions of dollars to buy elections and have no need of these services themselves. If we were to return to President Eisenhower’s ninety per cent tax rate on the wealthy, the Koch Brothers and the Walton Family of Wal-Mart heirs could easily reduce the deficit themselves.
We deserve to benefit from the government we paid for. The majority of all taxes have been paid by the middle class and the poor since the Reagan Administration. The wealthy have gotten tax breaks and moved their money off shore or out of the country for too many years. They can now legally (thanks to the Supreme Court which is tilted to the conservative side) buy elections with unreported dark money that corrupts not only Republicans, but Democrats as well. We are left with no one to represent our interests. We are at the mercy of heartless, Dark-Side masters. Whatever can we do?
It is a time for heroes. Senator Al (Han Solo) Franken retained his seat in Minnesota, winning more strongly than he did the last time. There are progressives alive and well and joining the Rebel Alliance in Minnesota. Princess Senator Elizabeth Warren speaks out with authority from Massachusetts (Alderaan) in defense of women’s rights, our right to affordable education, and fairness in politics. And our best hope lies in Senator Bernie (Luke) Sky-Sanders, the Independent Jedi from Vermont. He wields a light-saber tongue that lashes out at the Koch Brothers and their election monkey-madness with dark money. He fights for income equality and the middle class. He may yet bring balance to the Force.
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Troll Treasure
Here is an old Paffooney revisited. Here Prince Robin leads a team of adventurers deep into the darkling wood where they find and take on a troll. The two dwarven filchers are no match for the man-beast, but two of the rogue’s well-placed arrows bring him down. And the treasure is magical and valuable beyond their wildest dreams. But is that an evil glow on the diamond known as the troll’s heart? Will it corrupt the beautiful young rogue? I simply do not know.
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Working With Miss Morgan
Here is a sample from my work in progress, The Magical Miss Morgan.
Canto Nineteen – The Ghost House after Dark
“Bobby couldn’t make it,” said Frosty Anderson. “He says he had chores.”
“We all know he’s afraid of the dark,” said Mike Murphy, lighting another candle.
“We shouldn’t make fun of him all the time,” reminded Blueberry, sitting next to Mike. “It’s hard to get out of the house after dark to come here to an abandoned cellar in the middle of a junk yard.”
“Okay, we already know what Miss Morgan says about that,” said Tim. “We have more important business tonight.”
“Worth getting grounded for a month for?” asked Mike.
“Yes.”
The children all leaned toward Tim as he sat conspiratorially in the middle of the candlelit cellar of the ruined house. Everyone wanted to know what the big reveal was going to be, and Tim was loving it.
“So what’s the big deal?” asked Frosty.
“You know the project about getting kids to believe in fairies?” said Tim.
“Yeah,” said Mike and Frosty as Blueberry nodded.
“There is a secret reason that Miss Morgan needs us to do that project.”
Tim picked up a shoebox and placed it on his knees in front of him. He slowly lifted the lid.
“So? An empty shoebox?” sneered Mike.
“Oh, my!” Blueberry’s eyes got as big as Tim could ever remember seeing them.
“This is Garriss,” said Tim simply, “he’s an elemental fire fairy.”
“I’m a Wisp,” croaked the little naked fire man.
“Cool!” gasped Frosty.
“He looks more like hot,” noted Mike.
“Is he real?” asked Blueberry stupidly.
“Don’t you believe your own eyes?” asked Tim.
“Don’t be rude to the beautiful young lady,” warned Garriss.
“Can I hold him?” Blueberry asked timidly.
“You’ll burn your hands,” said Mike.
“No, you won’t,” said Garriss. “I am more than willing to be held by you, Pretty Miss. And I promise, you can’t be hurt by my magical fire.”
Blueberry put out her open palm, and the little man formed of fire stepped gingerly into it. The girl lifted him up in front of her face.
“You’re made of fire… And you’re naked,” said Blueberry.
“I am a magical being,” said Garriss, “and I need you to believe I am real, for I will not continue to exist otherwise.”
“So,” said Mike, “you are only real if we believe in you?”
“Yes,”
“If I say I don’t believe in fairies, will you die?”
“Can you see me standing in front of you and still say you don’t believe?” asked Garriss.
“Good point,” answered Mike.
“If we are going to help the fairy people of Tellosia,” said Tim, “I had to show you they are real. We can’t risk showing the real fairies to everyone, though. We have to come up with ways to make people believe without actually showing them.”
“Why can’t we just show everybody?” said Mike. “We could take a picture and show everybody!”
“Please, don’t do that,” pleaded Garriss. “Someone might disbelieve their own eyes, and then I, and maybe others, would actually die.”
“Oh, we can’t let that happen!” cooed Blueberry. “Garriss? Will you let me draw your picture with colored pencils?”
“I would be honored, my lady.”
“This is all just too wonderful to be real,” Blueberry said.
Tim nodded in silence. They would generate the belief that was needed, Blueberry’s drawings would do it, if anything could. That girl could really whip pencils around and make good art.
“We have to swear a Pirate oath,” said Tim. “We all swear to make people believe and keep the real fairies safe from discovery and death. If we fail, then may our human hearts shrivel up and we all die an untimely death.”
“I swear it,” said Blueberry.
“If Blue does,” said Mike, “then so do I.”
“Me too,” said Frosty.
“And you have my word on it too,” said Garriss.
Tim grinned an evil grin. This was gonna be great.
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The Whole Enchilada (Though it’s not an enchilada, it’s a Paffooney)
I finished it in black and white. I know it doesn’t make sense as a whole, but it is surrealism, and it is supposed to be cut up into separate parts, as I will show you later.
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Pen and Ink Progress
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Broken Hearts
Last night I had an episode that may have been tachycardia, a scary enough thing, but that was followed by chest pain in the area of my heart. I came very near to calling 911 and going to the emergency room at about 2:20 a.m. I didn’t, or rather, I kinda passed out before I got to the phone. But it turned out okay. I have been to the cardiologist twice before for the same thing. It turned out that the electrocardiogram was completely normal. Before it was my COPD that fooled me into thinking I was having a heart attack. This time was probably also that. Lung pain and muscle spasms can disguise themselves in Halloween costumes of myocardial infarction. But I am over the scare now. I am not dead. I am apparently not dying yet. So I am still playing games with Paffooney backgrounds.
Yes, I know you are getting tired of this same background, but I’m still playing while I still am able.
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Things You Probably Ought to Know about Mickey
As Mickey’s go, the one who is writing this is a moderately interesting example of the breed. Still, there are things you probably ought to be made aware of. A sort of precautionary thing…
First of all, this particular Mickey is an Iowegian. That means he comes from Iowa, the State where the tall corn grows. It is a prime reason why his jokes are corny and his ears have been popped (oh, and he does actually have two, unlike the picture Paffooney where only one is showing). His fur is not actually purple. If anything now, it is mostly silver-gray. But the Paffooney is a magical portrait, and purple is the color of magic. He has a goofy, and sometimes fatal grin. You may not be able to prove that he has ever actually grinned someone to death, but it is likely he could always dig somebody up.
Another irrefutable fact about this Mickey, unlike many many Mickeys, is that he used to actually be a public school teacher. He taught the little buggers for thirty-one years, plus two years as a substitute teacher. He did twenty-four of those years in middle school… twenty-three of those in one school in South Texas. His mostly Hispanic students managed to teach him every bad word in Spanglish… err, Texican… err, Tex-Mex… or is it Taco Bell? Anyway, they taught him every bad word except for the word for cooties… you know, piojos. He learned that word from an old girl friend.
A despicable thing about him… (you know despicable, right? It’s that word that Sylvester the cat always uses) is that he actually likes kids. That’s just not normal for someone who teaches them. Teachers are supposed to hate kids, aren’t they? But he never did. It is true that he yelled at them sometimes, but he never did that because he hated them. He did that only for fun. And he actually apologized to kids sometimes when they got into behavioral trouble, because he said it was the teacher’s fault if kids are bad, and, besides, the kids are so surprised by that, that they forget all about the behavior and can be flammoozled into acting good.
The last and most wicked thing you need to know about Mickey is that he cartoons up a storm sometimes. He loves to draw everything that is wacky and weird. He has more goofball colored pencil tricks than a Charles Shultz and a Dr. Seuss rolled together in a sticky lump with a George Herriman stuck on top in place of a cherry. He steals ideas and techniques from other artists and steals jokes from comedians, undertakers, and random juvenile delinquents. He also puts together lists of wacky oddball details that don’t quite fit together and weaves it into purple paisley prose (somewhere in this whole messy blog thing he has also defined purple paisley prose and how to make it… in case you were curious.)
So there you have it. The Truth about Mickey. The sordid, simpering, solitary facts about Mickey. The straight poop. (wait a minnit! How did poop get there? Not again! I thought I had cured that!)
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Consequences of Art
This little picture Paffooney is a work that makes me sick. Now, I don’t want to mislead you, but it I literally mean it makes me sick. So let me explain quickly before I have to do something about the nausea. I drew this from a black-and-white photo of a zebra on a day when I was seriously ill with the flu. It took a good deal of concentration while having a headache and fever to draw the detailed, stripey form. The stripes, the zig-zags, the cross-hatches, all conspired with the dizziness and the fever to permanently impress the feelings on my brain. I can’t look at it now without feeling queasy. So why am I posting it now? Well, it shouldn’t have the same effect on you. And I can post it and look at it now without feeling any worse because I am now sick with fever and possibly flu. I hope you like this more than I do.
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Bug People
Sometimes I like to bug people. Wait, is that a pun? Was it punny? Maybe puny? Bugs are puny. I like bugs. I am constantly making up names for them. Bugs are people too… Aren’t they? These are bug people. One is a beetle who is not John Lennon. Another is a moth who would rather be a butterfly. There is a little ladybug. And the bug giving out the Koolaid is Billy Bugbright. Have you ever seen Hoppity Goes to Town? It’s a Max Fleischer feature-length cartoon from 1941. Here’s a link; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZQhZkee5LA Okay, enough about bugs… I am going a little bit buggy.
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