Monthly Archives: August 2013

Jungle Girl #647,279

Jungle Girl 647,279

Acrylic paint on textured paper on  ripped up old comic books. Trying to channel the old 1950’s Jungle Girl comic artists that didn’t have easy reference material that allows one to draw realistic animals, and so they end up looking like some kind of hamhanded medieval monster, like the below RULAH:

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Golden Rice: Lifesaver for Monsanto Agenda?

The New York Times, that bastion of the Liberal Media ™, has printed yet another article of perfervid propaganda for GMOs.

The subject of the article is “Golden Rice-”  a genetically modified strain of rice that contains elevated levels of beta carotene.

Below, my comment to the editor, which does not appear in the comments below the article online, because of, the New York Times just doesn’t ever print my comments generally.

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Oh, please. Everybody knows that in the future, we’ll all be able to subsist entirely on a simple pill that will supply all of our nutrients- we learned that from the Jetsons.Everybody understands that it’s completely absurd to expect that advances in technologies might mean that we could choose to send carrots to the Philippines.

Everybody understands that any suspicion of the super-genius of science, which has brought us such wonderful advances as DDT, Thalidomide and rBST is “hysteria” promulgated by feeble-minded people who want children to go blind.

Everybody understands that it’s just not possible that a nonprofit group could be making a mistake in the way they choose to spend money.

Obviously, the mere coincidence that there does exist a huge and gloriously-funded corporate agenda that supports and promotes GMOs is a clear indication that GMOs must be good.

Oh, please.

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You know what’s terrific? It’s terrific that we don’t have to even consider the fact that people are trying to live on rice merely. We don’t have to directly address the complete failure of human societies to provide adequate food to keep children from going blind, or starving to death. We do not acknowledge that we could solve World Hunger this year, starting now. PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN.
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No, SCIENCE will create a magic button to  fortify those slaves lazy wastrels. Let’s do spend an awful lot of money on that, shan’t we?
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 Sure, it turns out that all that stuff about improved crop yields from GMOs turned out to be bullshit. Who doesn’t bullshit a little, to make a buck? Sure, the last time the Liberal Media ™ touted “Golden Rice” it turned out that an 11 year-old would have to eat 15 pounds of it to get an adequate amount of beta-carotene. Well, oops. That was before they spent a lot MORE money on it instead of giving some kid a sandwich.
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Meanwhile, the great thing is that articles about the (insufficiently-tested) potential benefits of GMOs are a useful distraction that can keep businesses (by which, as usual, I mean only the stockholders and top level executives of businesses, not, like, the slaves lazy wastrels doing the actual work for the businesses) growing and $profiting$ by making sure that they don’t have to subject their “science” to undue scrutiny, or be required to do something as unreasonable as informing the public through labeling when they’ve spliced fish genes into our tomatoes.  Oh, relax, that didn’t work anyway. But if it did work, what right would we have to know about it? None, apparently.
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For the love of Mike, put down the test tube, Igor, and give the kid a sandwich already.

 

Perils of Palisades

I was at Warren Dunes State Park, rustickly camping with my kids over the last couple of days, and my monkey mind kept edging over to the radioactive leak that occurred at the Palisades Nuclear Power Plant, atrociously situated 36 measly miles south of where my kids were happily swimming. This marvel of Space-Age Science is 42 years old, it was scheduled to be decommissioned in 2007, but they gave ’em another 20 years to try to kill us all, just for the heck of it.

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…I have to ask, just precisely what the hell is wrong with us human beings that we can be convinced to take such awful, stupid, catastrophic risks?

This leak was of ostensibly less than 80 gallons of ostensibly minimally radioactive water, which is more of a warning shot than we probably deserve, but the sleazebags corporate geniuses of Entergy,  working hand in hand with our government’s highly effective except when they’re not Nuclear Regulatory Commission  had the plant back online again in just 22 days.

Here in Michigan, we’re cozied up next to 21% of ALL THE FRESH WATER IN THE WORLD, and as such, you’d almost think we had some kind of responsibility to, you know, protect it. Why do we allow these profiteering corporations to endanger our future like this?

I’ve always said, I’d be fine with nuclear power as long as it’s OK with my 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because I think when you’re dealing with something that has a half-life that is longer than humans have walked on the Earth, it’d be reasonable to at least wait until we can ask her about it.

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-if it’s OK by her it’s OK by me.

Fukushima was yet another great warning shot for us here in Michigan. More than 2 years- more than two and a half years- after the Fukushima nuclear plant blew up and melted down repeatedly, about a hundred thousand  gallons of radioactive water continues to be generated daily and “stored,” by which I mean freely leaking, into the Pacific while the scumbags corporate geniuses of TEPCO completely fail to get the situation under control. The latest plan is to build some kind of a giant magic sno-cone machine that can freeze the ground around and down to a depth of 90 feet below the plant. Maybe by like 2015. Tell me again how cheap nuclear energy is, Japan.

Every day suckers my coworkers spend money on lottery tickets. Currently the odds of winning $425 million in the “Powerball” lottery  are  1 in 175,200,000-  those are considered acceptable odds for handing some liquor store clerk some of of the $12 per hour they earn. I guess that’s cool- whatever-

But the chances of an earthquake resulting in core damage at Palisades are just 1 in 156,250. That’s more than 100 times better odds than the Powerball lottery that we might permanently contaminate 21% of the fresh water that everybody on our planet needs, that we might never, never swim in our beautiful lake again, that we’ve willfully, selfishly chosen to make a stupid mistake that untold generation upon generations of our children will curse us for, as they die lingering deaths from radiation poisoning. That’s understatement, that last paragraph.

Also you will please note that those are only the earthquake odds. LOTS of other catastrophic events are possible besides earthquakes. For just one more instance, I have also heard of these things called “tornadoes“, which are reputed to cause some damage to things in their path.

Severe Weather

The spent fuel rods at Palisades were never sent to some tectonically-secure place for permanent storage. They sit, seething with evil, in warehouses around the Palisades nuclear plant, like some kind of gift-wrapped present for “terrorists,*” just like they’re piling up at nuclear power plants all across the United States. Like Michigan’s Cook Power Plant, which was only 3 miles north of where my kids were swimming. Like Michigan’s Fermi Power Plant, over on Lake Erie, where we don’t swim because of different decisions made by other scumbags corporate geniuses.

Close them down. Pack up the fuel rods and get them the hell away from our water.

Contact the corporate stooge Governor.

Contact your Senators.

Contact your Congressman.

Contact the President.

Contact the power plant owners.

Inform your friends and neighbors.

Protest. Fight. F*ck them up -metaphorically- because even though the money-worshipping death cult could be poised to poison our lakes for hundreds of thousands of years it’s necessary to stay cleanly on the side of peaceful promotion of human life and our planet’s continued existence.

Anyway, I had a nice vacation. I hope my 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has a nice swim on her vacation, too.

*”Terrorists” don’t include corporate geniuses, apparently

Greg Peters: the Romeo Portfolio

“I was just thinking about you. That little son of a bitch, I was thinking. “-Greg Peters 1962-2013

I went again to the vaults, and here’s all the Borax stuff Greg did, dating from 1986-2009. Nobody could draw a punk rock zombie like Greg.

1.greg peters.disorienting1.greg-peters.romeo martini1.greg-peters.romeo cross1.greg-peters.fun pak promo 1.greg-peters.skull 32451.greg peters.merry fuckin xmas

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1.greg-peters.circus fun1.greg-peters.borax-voodoo-la1.Greg-peters.Borax-blammo-vl 11x17

I did the inks on a couple of these, the Xmas one, the one with the gun, the one with the cross, but it’s all pure Greg.

Rest Peaceful, my friend.

Please donate to the memorial educational fund for Greg’s 2 beautiful boys. They’re only 5-8 years out from college, and we all know that’s not available for people without money.

Go to any Chase Bank, tell them you want to make a deposit to the Magnus and Grey Wilder Peters Fund, routing #065400137.  If they need the account number, which they probably don’t, it’s 3011900171.

No, you can’t make withdrawals from the account. Nice try, though.

Updated! Sketches Left by Greg Peters, 1962-2013

With the abrupt passing of our good friend the irreplaceable Greg Peters, I’ve been sifting through the vault.

When we lived together in the Wobbly House Anarcho-Collective, where the dryer contained broken glass and a bowling ball, and there were bands in the basement and every night was REALLY LOUD and the landlord had quite a lot to say about us to Jim’s parents at the end of it all, and Greg and I worked together at Vicious Corner, insulting frat boys and listening to the Sisters of Mercy and Husker Du  while stocking the cooler,  I was always finding some brilliantly altered mass-media or original sketches littering the carpet or left unmentioned in my sketchbooks.

Like these:greg peters.sloth bear

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The collage format, later to be further explored in his brilliant strip “Suspect Device,” was already kicking into high gear. Click on the below for a larger insightful look into the Jim Bakker Scandal:

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We watched a LOT of Divorce Court on TV.

Greg was way ahead of his time. Harvey Comics STILL hasn’t capitalized on Casper’s market by repositioning him as a Zombie:

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“The Shame of the Rudimentary Penis.” The scan doesn’t do the delicate pencil justice- it’s like a Leonardo da Vinci, if Leonardo had had a really rude sense of humor.

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He always used to say, “I have a degree in psychology. I know what’s wrong with you. But I’m not telling.”

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We will miss you so, Greg.

But you still make us like to fall over with the laughing.

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Please donate to the memorial educational fund for Greg’s 2 beautiful boys. They’re only 5-8 years out from college, and we all know that’s not available for people without money.

Go to any Chase Bank, tell them you want to make a deposit to the Magnus and Grey Wilder Peters Fund, routing #065400137.  If they need the account number, which they probably don’t, it’s 3011900171.

No, you can’t make withdrawals from the account. Nice try, though.

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