Showing posts with label Obama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obama. Show all posts

Friday, January 20, 2017

SLS_フラード


Question all reality, it's Sick Little Suicide #27, "フラード," in which we lose pride in our country, and lose our country itself, while we're at it.

What idiocy has my country committed? How sickeningly delusional are our people? This orange fraud is not the warrior of the needy, he is not the advocate of the weak, and he is not even the bearer of a believable comb over. But beyond that, you must actively delude yourself if you think he is any shade of a force for good, least of all looking out for those in pain. I get if it's a matter of hatred and that's why you'd vote for him, but it's shameful to act like it's anything more than that. It's insulting. As he clearly is incapable of supporting those who need him, his supporters thus either advocated or condoned hatred and cruel, blatant dishonesty by voting for him; there's no other avenue to voting for such a void of selflessness and character.

He is to be a public servant, he is to serve the public. Nothing indicates his willingness to submit this core tenet of his duty, voting for him serves nobody who is in need. This idiotic working class vote narrative is just outstanding in either those peoples' gullibility or their stupidity to think he has their actual interests at heart. Of course, I know the election was a choice between a rock and a turd-stained cyanide tablet, but why would the latter ever seem acceptable under any circumstances? It is simply incredible, this state we're in.


About this piece, then.

Fun Facts: I was listening to a Jake Parker video and at some point he mentioned the parable of the man who builds his house on rock vs. the guy who builds on sand, which comes from Matthew 7:24-27, and then this image flashed in my head. It felt appropriate to have the inspiration for this piece, for this topic, spring forth from a Bible verse about keeping Jesus's wisdom in mind as a lifelong anchoring device--as a moral centering, if you will--meanwhile seeing the utterly heartbreaking statistics of how most Christian voters gave in to following this clearly immoral orange.

I don't know what's more deflating: that people of faith honestly could believe that orange fraud to be good in any capacity, or that they were willing to ignore their own goodness and compassion to not only accept, but reward his behavior. I suppose the worst must be those who willingly or (let's say) "subconsciously" used our faith as a front for their ulterior motives for voting for him, which is to say, they were willing to perpetuate hatred by hiding behind the faith of love as the supposed motivator for their vote for a being that does everything short of outright denounce the faith.


I love this verse for how perfectly it applies to the situation. That orange fraud is incontrovertibly immoral, that is, someone who "hears these sayings of Mine, and does not do them," meaning in a loose sense, he chooses to ignore morality, ethics, and decency. Coincidentally, for this piece, I focused on the second half of the scripture, about he who builds on sand, but if expanding to incorporate the full verse, you could just make a corresponding level picture of the White House resting steadily upon some black ba-rocks.

Easter Eggs: The quoted passage includes reference to "floods," which is of course especially symbolic of ruin as per Noah's world-totaling tale, but interestingly, when you write flood phonetically in Japanese as フラード, it gains a double meaning as the phonetic approximation of "fraud," so I tagged the sand with that along the right wing of the piece. Indeed the pockmarked sand in the illustration is the orange fraud's grotesque face, complete with his baldness peeking though the golden decoration standing in for his "hair," itself a symbol of the utter superficiality and falseness that this fraud embodies.


Further, thinking back to the golden calf Moses encountered, I included a golden bull statue here as some typically gaudy lawn decoration to symbolize that fraud's horrifying materialism and exaltation of money, but it also doubles as a marker of his obedience to money itself, with the bull playing a familiar financial symbol here as well. The bull itself is temperamental and generally characterized as thoughtless, and I placed it so it's touching what might be the orange fraud's temples, a gesture usually indicating thought. Thus his thoughts are guided by money, materialism, and most basically greed. The bull is also kissing his forehead, as if the golden idol is giving some kind of anointment or blessing to the fraud. The fraud's sandy eyes and mouth are X'd out for the evil they perpetuate.

More on the nose, perhaps, the flag is at half mast because this is no doubt a time of national mourning, not unlike a time of stately death. Our country's morality, decency, honor, prestige, legacy, and people are indeed in peril, and many literally have their lives at stake in this turn of events as they risk losing their necessary healthcare just so a gang of fools, cowards, and traitors can cheer, "WE WON!"


With no doubt, our dignity and morality as a country will be tested and tattered by the end of these next four years, so it's up to us as individuals not to forget the injustice that is being perpetrated today and to safeguard our country's dignity until a responsible adult comes to pick us from this inept babysitter.

What a waste of a beautifully chilly, rainy day today, by the way...I love the rain.

Not normal,

Reuxben

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

SLS_Race


"I think of this job as being a relay runner: you take the baton, you run your best race, and hopefully by the time you hand it off, you're a little further ahead, you've made a little progress." --President Obama, 11/9.

I used to do a political "cartoon" (I prefer "comic") series called Sick Little Suicide. This is comic #25.

Easter Eggs: I drew the orange part with Copic, and there seemed to be some graphite that snuck itself onto the paper, creating an eerie, unintentional smile. I didn't redraw the piece for the mishap.

Fun Facts: The emergency number in Japan is 119.

Reuxben

Monday, July 23, 2012

SLS_TheLastDinosaur

Hold your breath waiting for gun law reform, it's Sick Little Suicide #24, "The Last Dinosaur," in which we have a second gun-related outrage on President Obama's watch.

It's like our nation is a grown child clinging to his blanky just because he's only ever grown up with it in his grip, even though he's well past blankie-bearing age and all our decent playpals in the global schoolground  haven't used blankies in forever, don't miss them, and face vastly less blankie-related injuries as a result.

Fun Facts: I learned of this story little by little on Twitter, but had no idea what was going on until Saturday night, Japan time, once more less-cryptic Twitter posts emerged. When it became clear what happened, I could most succinctly describe it as unreal.

This comic came about from listening to the President's subsequent Unity speech and feeling anger that this could have been prevented if not been greatly lessened in severity had he actually meant that he had interest in doing all he could "to ensure the safety of all of our people." There was already a high-profile shooting he had to deal with before, and here we are again with another one.  What gun laws have been changed in the interim?

Baa: I am incredulous and humbled that I haven't felt sad in a long, long time, and in fact, since moving to Japan I am the happiest I've ever been in my life, but I felt tears well up as I heard President Obama indicate that even children were entangled in the Colorado theater shooting.

I also felt anger towards the US, my homeland, for permitting this event to occur with its insane sanctity of guns.  People act as if modifying the second amendment will somehow plunge us into some 1984 world, when there is clear, undeniable evidence across multiple countries with varied cultural fabrics--including famously the very country I am living in right now--that stricter gun laws means greater peace.  Slaves were 3/5 a person until we decided that part of the Constitution was wrong, so we changed it.  How blind or stubborn or idiotic are we that we can't come together as a country and agree that widespread gun legality is bad?  I don't understand: there is no mystery, we can study these post-gun countries for concrete evidence, and then make an informed decision.  Yes, there are unique cultural influences that also play into it--for instance Japan's culture runs on the idea that "we're all on the same team, don't be jerks to each other," whereas the US's culture is more based on the individual--but that doesn't mean it's a discriminating case.  Pursuing stricter gun laws in the US should not be an impossibility or in any way an alien idea.

It is beyond me how we can still justify or succumb to those who justify widespread legal gun ownership in the US. I currently live in Japan where it is ridiculously safe. You can purchase guns here, but everything--guns and ammo--is registered with the police and you need a hunting license, the whole deal. I would say even that is too much, but at least it beats this absurd naivete we have in the US. Even if we simply must have guns, why can we not limit the kinds of guns that one person can purchase? The amount of ammunition? If we can limit the amount of alcohol one can have in his system, or limit the kinds of things one can ingest that affect only the user, why can we not limit the kinds of machinery that serves only to harm? How many guns does one person really need? How much ammo?  It's like talking to a spoiled child.  Guns are horrific and you should be ashamed of yourself for defending them.

I hope whoever sold the shooter his guns and ammunition bought something nice and shiny with the money from those sales.  And I hope that if the thoughts of the people who died because of your life choices don't keep you up at night, then I hope that at least the glare off your shiny trinkets makes it just a little harder for you to find rest.

Reuxben

Monday, May 2, 2011

SLS_BiggerAndBlacker

Make futile efforts to hide out for about ten years, it's Sick Little Suicide #23, "Bigger and Blacker," in which I am feeling an odd mix of happiness and guilt for feeling so happy about a death.

It's like watching an excellent comedian absolutely kill it.

Easter Eggs: Incredible source photos here and here.

Fun Facts: Having just destroyed that idiot Donald Trump the day prior (with great help from Seth Meyers), I felt that by the end of his Osama-killing announcement, Mr. Obama was primed for the ultimate in oratory finale: a Chris Rock mic-drop.

Sadly, he didn't do it.

But I can always imagine.

Thus, art.

Baa: I was in 8th grade on 9/11, I had never left California before and had no relations to the east coast to speak of. I had no concept of New York as anything more than an abstract picture on TV, and although I recognized that morning as something utterly unbelievable, it only ever existed to me in intangible, even foreign, terms.

Maybe my four years on the east coast at Yale and my school trips to New York were key influences that made this past weekend's news so much more real to me now. I even felt tears of joy and incredulity gathering in my eyes as the President spoke!

I really didn't think we'd ever know Osama's fate, I thought he would steal away a quiet, peaceful death. Yet we now get to experience a rare sense of closure at least as far as he is concerned.

But oddly enough, even as the jubilation frothed forth, I couldn't help noticing how strange it is to rejoice at news of a death. But in any case, justice is among the most beautiful things in the world, and I am swelling with pride for my President, our military, and our country.

Speaking of pride, in the YDN's coverage of Yale's reaction, I noticed my T-Shirt design was front and center! What are the odds! Wish I could reprint that shirt, especially since I can use digital methods now...

That traditional work still looks so avoidably janky.

Reuxben

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

nts_fatgirlswearingprada

note to self #57: fallon hard times

Unfortunately note to self by the hideous jack kelly, returns with a now increased output of five comics per week, this episode being collectively called "fat girls wearing prada." jack kelly opens with a comic that is his poor attempt at being politically aware, but be honest, jack kelly, all you know of politics is what Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Conan O'Brien, and Jimmy Fallon approve of you to know about. I double dog dare you to argue otherwise, jack kelly.

Monday, February 16, 2009

YDN_sls.Fiona

Find a juicy, juicy vein, it's Sick Little Suicide #5 - "Fiona," in which at one point I actually had to Google search for pictures of bongs.

Easter Eggs: "Yale" and "Hope" along his hair. Majin Buu's "M" in "SMOKE."

Fun Facts: I studied Windsor McCay for smoke technique; that man is amazing.

Frankly: If you smoke in my face, I want to smash a brick through your skull...BUT histrionics aside, it really does hurt to see pleasant people smoke.

With that in mind, this one goes out to:

Mr. Obama
Mr. Suarez
Gerard
Scott
Theo
Kira
Kai
Anyone else who smokes.

Please quit, not for anyone but yourself. It's 2009 and you have no excuse to have started smoking anyway. Except maybe for Gerard...but not really.

Reuxben

Monday, January 26, 2009

YDN_sls.Pooping

This is the third Sick Little Suicide, in which Harvard owns everything and the rest of the League's its pets. Take that, Yale.

Easter Eggs: Obama's growth thing, Bush's squinty eyes. Haha.

Fun Facts: I'm trying to avoid sprawling labels. Uncle Sam is voiced by Conan O'Brien doing his "keep cool, my babies" voice.

If there were such a thing as stage fright for a visual artist, that's what I get whenever I publish in the YDN, especially this series, since most humans at Yale read the YDN. I used to get nervous earlier on with the Herald before I realized no one reads the Herald.

But I feel quite insecure(r) doing these suicides because it's printed gigantically right behind the cover. I hate imposing myself on people, and rather than hide out in a comics section where you have to look for me, the opinion section just blasts me right in your face...quite unnerving.

Ironically one of my fondest comicsing memories was YDN-related: I saw someone at first smiling then audibly chuckling while waiting in line at Commons and reading this. It warmed my pathetic little heart. Yes, I actually creeped my way near him to make sure it was my feces he was enjoying.

But that fool jack kelly always makes everybody smile. I wish I could be as funny as him. Ugh, I hate him.

Reuxben

Monday, January 19, 2009

YDN_zlm.Supernauguration

Everybody, quick--don't shut up about inauguration day!

Zero Like Me #9: Supernauguration
<- Previous Comic...Next Comic ->
-First Comic-

Easter Eggs: "Yale" in panel 4.

Fun Facts: If you know me, you know I love my sports and my politics. I use keyphrases in my head, such as "Zero Ethos," meaning "having no credibility." I have yet to encounter another chibi Harkness. Also, I had to look up who was in the Superbowl--did you know there are Cardinals in football?!

Well, I missed the cut off, but I kind of want this to run Wednesday anyway, since the people who it's meant for may very well be at the inauguration.

I may well just shoot for Wednesdays from now on, since it's actually more convenient, and was even my first choice last semester. In any case, here're the pencils, inks, and final.

I wonder why the first view of this post came from Harvard...?

Reuxben

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

YDN_sls.Kuro

It's been a while, but here's another Sick Little Suicide for the Yale Daily News. This one is about change.

Easter Eggs: "Yale," "pika" in the Newz, "woot" in the YDN. Also, these character designs were based on four JE people, including a Republican who I'm sure wouldn't appreciate being associated with pro-Obama sentiments.

Fun Facts: Sports and politics are totally my passion. Also, this was supposed to run Tuesday, so it was way more timely.

Gosh, it's weird to see it printed so huge.

Reuxben

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

YDN_ZLM.Huggles

...and exposition over; regular adventures to come.

<- Previous Comic...Next Comic ->
-First Comic-

Easter Eggs: "Yale" in last panel.

Fun Facts: I overheard someone say "banana" outside Commons and thought it a funny name for a planet--its inhabitants are Banananians!

And I know I can't be the only McCain-voter who is actually quite relieved to see Obama win. I honestly feared for what could have happened if anything were to happen to Mr. McCain.

So here's a rough salute to our new President.

Cue uninspired Harvard half-time show.

Reuxben