“Do you really enjoy living a life that’s so hateful? ‘Cause there’s a hole where your soul is should be. You’re losing control a bit, and it’s really distasteful. Fuck you. Fuck you very, very much. ‘Cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew.” From Fuck You, written by Lily Allen and Greg Kurstin.

All this snow on the ground — it’s still falling, as of this writing — should promote relaxing inactivity. I’d bet my last dollar my pal Bob Harrison is reading a ton of comics, and I hope to watch the last part of Judd Apatow’s wonderful documentary on Mel Brooks. But, given our current realities I’m finding it very hard to maintain focus on entertainment.

It’s not just that I’m pissed at the murders of Alex Pretti and Renee Good and the kidnapping and deportation of hundreds of human beings that are here legally, including many United States citizens. It’s not that the United States government has deployed thousands of masked armed storm troopers to purge our cities of non-white people, although I guess the murders are a nod to the United States government’s use of lethal methods to achieve some sort of equal opportunity. All that is horrible enough. More than horrible enough.

It is the gall of these monsters to assassinate the characters of their victims, both dead and alive-but-disappeared. Every brown and black person, according to our federally funded murderers, is labeled a child rapist and a drug smuggler and a person of infinite violence who must be removed from America under any circumstances, as well as those hundreds of thousands who are pissed at these lethal efforts and are willing to stand in a foot of snow in temperatures well below zero to protest and document our government’s walking concentration camps and the ill-dressed SS thugs who love their jobs so much. Continue reading “Brainiac On Banjo: Snow Job Day” →