Dear Mr. Fish. I don’t know how to take this piece. It’s dark and gloomy and motherfucker truth. You, my friend always nail it. You are my favorite genius.
What’s so funny about destruction and the end of WORLD? Absolutely nothing.
PEACE! WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD? (Suicide, I’ve tried so many times. I’m a failure and I want so out of this shitshow) Before we all freeze, drown and burn to death. Fuck this planet. Fuck people who don’t give a flying fuck.
Linda#1
Dear Mr. Fish. I don’t know how to take this piece. It’s dark and gloomy and motherfucker truth. You, my friend always nail it. You are my favorite genius.
What’s so funny about destruction and the end of WORLD? Absolutely nothing.
PEACE! WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD? (Suicide, I’ve tried so many times. I’m a failure and I want so out of this shitshow) Before we all freeze, drown and burn to death. Fuck this planet. Fuck people who don’t give a flying fuck.
Linda
Dear Mr. Fish. I don’t know how to take this piece. It’s dark and gloomy and motherfucker truth. You, my friend always nail it. You are my favorite genius.
What’s so funny about destruction and the end of WORLD? Absolutely nothing.
PEACE! WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD? (Suicide, I’ve tried so many times. I’m a failure and I want so out of this shitshow) Before we all freeze, drown and burn to death. Fuck this planet. Fuck people who don’t give a flying fuck.
These are sentiments expressed by the Vietnam Veterans Against the War in 1971, before there were such things as video games. In protest many hurled their medals on the Capital steps. One of them became a Senator, ran for President and was Secretary of State. I’m not sure he held on to the values they had when they heaved their medals away. It did not take long for there to be more Vietnam Veterans die by suicide than dying in the war before 1980 that was a statistic. Grim as this is, this message stabs us and says, “Stop the damn Madness” as nothing seems to change–which is why we so desperately need biting satire–because nothing seems to change.
Kaiso
Your work is like a laser in how it precisely focuses on the element of our catastrophe. Now I want a cartoon depicting a moment of “society’s innate impulse towards compassion and universal interdependability.” Something I can stick on my wall to give me hope as I fight.
Kaiso
The truth is hard to take. And the corruption of youth into instruments of murder even harder. I fear sharing this image. Partially, for the venom it will bring upon me, (which I’m willing to take) but more so for the despair it will bring on those used, abused, and destroyed young souls who will never see self-forgiveness for the destruction and death they have wrought in the name of empire.
Dear Mr. Fish. I don’t know how to take this piece. It’s dark and gloomy and motherfucker truth. You, my friend always nail it. You are my favorite genius.
What’s so funny about destruction and the end of WORLD? Absolutely nothing.
PEACE! WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD? (Suicide, I’ve tried so many times. I’m a failure and I want so out of this shitshow) Before we all freeze, drown and burn to death. Fuck this planet. Fuck people who don’t give a flying fuck.
Dear Mr. Fish. I don’t know how to take this piece. It’s dark and gloomy and motherfucker truth. You, my friend always nail it. You are my favorite genius.
What’s so funny about destruction and the end of WORLD? Absolutely nothing.
PEACE! WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD? (Suicide, I’ve tried so many times. I’m a failure and I want so out of this shitshow) Before we all freeze, drown and burn to death. Fuck this planet. Fuck people who don’t give a flying fuck.
Dear Mr. Fish. I don’t know how to take this piece. It’s dark and gloomy and motherfucker truth. You, my friend always nail it. You are my favorite genius.
What’s so funny about destruction and the end of WORLD? Absolutely nothing.
PEACE! WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD? (Suicide, I’ve tried so many times. I’m a failure and I want so out of this shitshow) Before we all freeze, drown and burn to death. Fuck this planet. Fuck people who don’t give a flying fuck.
These are sentiments expressed by the Vietnam Veterans Against the War in 1971, before there were such things as video games. In protest many hurled their medals on the Capital steps. One of them became a Senator, ran for President and was Secretary of State. I’m not sure he held on to the values they had when they heaved their medals away. It did not take long for there to be more Vietnam Veterans die by suicide than dying in the war before 1980 that was a statistic. Grim as this is, this message stabs us and says, “Stop the damn Madness” as nothing seems to change–which is why we so desperately need biting satire–because nothing seems to change.
Your work is like a laser in how it precisely focuses on the element of our catastrophe. Now I want a cartoon depicting a moment of “society’s innate impulse towards compassion and universal interdependability.” Something I can stick on my wall to give me hope as I fight.
The truth is hard to take. And the corruption of youth into instruments of murder even harder. I fear sharing this image. Partially, for the venom it will bring upon me, (which I’m willing to take) but more so for the despair it will bring on those used, abused, and destroyed young souls who will never see self-forgiveness for the destruction and death they have wrought in the name of empire.