This year had better be better than the last.

Good God. Floods, hurricanes, Wars, tsunamis, fires, murders and general mayhem of all sorts so rife.

It used to once was that "...dog bites man...." got tossed out for the sensationalistic newspaper preference of "Man Bites Dog!"
But, after 2005, it seems to me that the public wants a little quiet, maybe hankers after a goodly chunk of peace. I know I do. Not that we're likely to get it, though, godamit.

Not with that fuckin Bush dynasty so firmly in place.

Just the kind of waning years needed for an artist like me, I guess.

Time to dip my head into a bucket of paint; keep a supply of pencils tucked behind my ears and stuck in the knots of my greying hair and readily available to make marks every which a way but to be aware of this shit bag of a world.

An oozing bag of shit is all that's brought to us every hour on the hour and at least twice a day on the media, in the papers, in our entertainments whatever forms they at once take. It's all now permeated with terror and a whole chunky load of disgusting crap designed to keep the brainless in power and those greedy mongers cleverly pushing us off balance while they simultaneously firmly grasp and yank our every available dollar.

Fuck.