Sunday, November 29, 2015

12 % less Social Security disability cases prevailing at the hearing level

this year.  And why is that?  Cuts to local offices and hearing offices by the Republican Congress.  It takes over two years to get a hearing.  Way too long.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

NC prison bans #Saga

for graphic sex depiction.  Jesus.


#PlannedParenthood attack made by a Christian terrorist

He wasn't Syrian nor was he Muslim.  No he was a white, Southern (from NC), Christian.  Not the elusive "other" spoken of on FOX News and in conservative internet rags, but he is part of the "Christian America" that poses the greatest threat to America.  This should unsettle us, but it shouldn't surprise us.  How else can you explain Donald Trump's success?

Monday, November 23, 2015

#microstory "A man named Zaxby"

"Where'd you get a name like Zaxby?" said the ER nurse.

"My mother liked chicken."

Zaxby loved to use prodigious amounts of hair gel, and it added to his property manager persona.  But no one liked Zaxby because he was a douche.

One day Zaxby tried to light a cigarette when a stiff breeze blew igniting his hair.

An eye witness said, "That boy put more grease in his hair than's on the chicken his mama named him after.  No wonder his hair went aflame." 

#chud who is demanding

#micropoetry "Greasy"

Your greasy hair 
could light a 
flame that 
doesn't exist in 
your brain.
But it would 
burn anyway 
illuminating 
your unknowing.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

#micropoetry "Fake pictures"

Profile photos 
that aren't you.
Because the real you 
should be hidden.
But not necessarily your 
outside although you put 
that on full display.

#microstory "Dravon Rain gets his"

"I should have left that woman alone," 'Dravon Rain' said.  He clutched his side where he'd been shot by a jealous husband.

Ronnie was his real name, and he had been fat for years until the last few years.  Now he was in good shape, and he'd gotten that way from working at a local car wash.  When women started paying him attention, he decided to offer his services under the alias Dravon Rain.

He would leave a card in cars of the women he washed with a picture of him shirtless and long hair.

One woman named Misty Dawn called him one day.  He thought the name was an alias--it wasn't.  She asked him to show up at her house.  He did.

She pushed him on the couch and jumped on him.  Her husband, Donnie, busted in and said, "Dammit Misty.  You are at it again with another man."  He pulled out his gun and gut shot Dravon.

Friday, November 20, 2015

#Syrianrefugees aren't a threat

Syrian refugees aren't a threat.  Less than five out of eight hundred thousand refugees admitted to the United States since 2001 have been charged with a crime.  Refugee status is the most strenuous of all immigration statuses.  In fact, it is much more difficult to receive refugee status than protection under asylum status.

And why Syrians?  Why not Belgians too by that twisted illogic?

Don't expect ignorant bigots to make such distinctions.

"Looking for lunch" #penciler

A twisted take on those silly "Jesus Fish."


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

#micropoetry "Lurking"

You lurk in the darkness
because it calls you
from inside.
It is in you, of you
and all of you.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

#micropoetry "Lit by Darkness"

The man in the black car
is lit by the darkness.
Because he is 
blacker than the darkness.
Even the absence of 
light can illuminate 
when juxtaposed 
with something 
more perilous.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

#microstory "Elroy Unhinged"

"I want to do it my way," said Elroy.

"You don't always get your way," said the barista.  Elroy stormed off, his tailored (yet still cheap) suit flowing behind him.

Elroy got into his SUV, and a voice came over the loud speaker.  "You can get what you want... always...for a price."  A purple aura glowed in front of Elroy.

"All you have to do is honk twice."  Without thinking, Elroy honked twice.

Elroy found he got his way after that, but there was a price...

A black devil showed up at his doorstep late one night.  "You will always get your way, but I get my way too, servant."  Elroy panicked, but there wasn't anything he could do.  If he hadn't been such a goof,  he would have remembered Doctor Faustus.  But he didn't, so he failed to heed its advice.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Sunday, November 8, 2015

#microstory "Follower"

The man who drove the wite van thought he wrote a story about him.  Ronnie was his name.

"No, the story isn't about you," he said.

"It must be."

"No.  Nothing is about you.  That's why you are in the Tea Party."

#micropoetry "Bulky"

Sponging off others
can make you fat
temporarily.
But eventually you
run out of food.
Then you starve.
But you remain fat.
Fat is a state of mind.

#microstory "White van"

Dillwood wore camouflage everywhere even though he had never been in the army.  And he drove a creepy white van.

He saw a man duck behind a dumpster at the coffee shop one day.  "Stop," he yelled.

The man ran.  Dillwood pulled out an Uzi he bought at the Moravia Tea Party convention.  He fired and missed, but the bullets bounced off the dumpster and hit him.

Then he fell out.  The man walked up to Dillwood, and Dillwood could see he was tall and well built with dark hair.

"You missed," he said.  Then he walked off.  

#microstory "Trapped"

Sage broke the crystal, and everything changed after that.

Donnie didn't know how long he'd been trapped in the crystal over Madison's mantle, but he was tired of being there.  She'd "crystalized his essence" months ago, and he hadn't been able to escape since.

"I'm going to have you forever," she said.  Madison never went to sleep without saying that to the crystal.

Sage broke in Madison's house, ran to the crystal and broke it.  From the broken crystal emerged  Donnie, naked like a baby out of the womb.

"Come on dad," Sage said, "we gotta get out of here."

"You can't go," yelled Madison.

"This is the end of your redneck fairytale," said Sage.  Then they walked out the door. 


Thursday, November 5, 2015

#micropoetry "Four Weeks"

Twentyeight days.
Four weeks.
Four Thursdays from now.
December 3rd.
It all changes.
It begins.
Something that is 
fully us but 
more than us too.

#microstory "Imperfect self-defense"

"I thought he had a gun," said Ashton to the police officer who arrived on the scene.  Ashton sold cheap jewelry to people who didn't know any better.

A man showed up one day and demanded to see the Rolexes.  Ashton pulled out his gun and shot the man.

"I was defending my business and property," he said.

"He didn't have a gun," said the officer.  "And he just wanted to see the watches."

The DA brought the case before the grand jury, and the grand jury indicated him for 2nd degree murder on account of his acts being so far beyond the pale.

The NRA paid for Ashton's defense--his claim of self-defense--though it was more a case of imperfect self-defense if that. 

#lawyerslife are you my lawyer?

No dude.  I'm not.  I don't know you.

#microstory "White BMW"

"Can I get 5 dollars?"

I handed the money to the middle aged white man with a beard yellowed by tobacco.

"How about 6?  We got to get to Martinsville to work the race."

"Fine," I said.

"God bless you," he said.  Then I saw him get into a white BMW and drive off.

#GuyFawkes

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Shell shocked #penciler

#micropoetry "Too soon"

Don't act too soon
because you have to wait
to do some things.
Nature and man
dictate time
although man created it.
Time binds us all.
It imposes its will.
So don't think you can
run ahead of time
because the fates
will tear you apart
if you do.

#penciler

Monday, November 2, 2015

#micropoetry "Four denials of the truth"

Four deny what we all
know is true.
Because they have to hide
their evil.
But it seeps out
like coal ash into pure water.
And it pollutes everything
eventually.

#Anonymousleaks #cartoon #penciler


#microstory "Anonymous cage fighter discovered"

Steven couldn't figure out how the anonymous group outed him.  He thought he had covered his tracks.  Apparently he hadn't.

"I'm going to get you," said one e-mail.

"Your days are numbered," said another.

On the way home one night he saw several cars following him home.  When he got out of his car, at least five SUVs pulled up behind him.

He heard the leader of the group say, "You are going to regret the day you were born."


#inksketch "Mind's Eye"

Sunday, November 1, 2015

#Saga #Alana

#micropoetry "Adult Halloween"

Adults have hijacked Halloween.
They steal the costume ideas
from the kids, eat their candy
and dominate it all.
And they add alcohol to the mix,
which is like viewing a distorted and
melting childhood photo.