This cartoon wasn't meant to be funny. I am feeling sick and unwell and going to bed for an hour, images of guns and gun talk literally make me dizzy and ill. The overarching message here being .. our steady commitment to obliteration. We were born in a violent burst only to end up creating one. I don't get it. I get hate, I get beating the shit out of someone, I get violence... maybe ( although not the bomb ), but our sheer nonchalance towards violence I don't get. I even get how we can be hated by ISIS. I get self-defense, I get rifles in your home in Montana, I get pistol for your safety ... to defend your home in the burbs somewhere. But having gun stores and gun culture, and casualness in violence, I don't get. And I can't bear it. And it is my fault, although I am not gay I thought we made big progress with legalizing gay marriage. It is my fault, I feel we are still savages although we sent rovers to Mars. Shame on us really because 100 rovers can't make up for having a thriving killing culture. It is nice living in a big liberal city like San Francisco or New York, comforted by the company of like-minded liberals where we pat each other and congratulate each other with plastic wine cups over having achieved various achievements that we liberals usually achieve. And while, having nice dinners, people around us shoot each other, starve and plain don't make it. It is our fault and I can't bear it. I look around my studio and see meaningless pursuits and wooden sticks with dry paint on them, it doesn't make sense to wave them this way or that whatsoever.
