Famous moonshiner, Popcorn Sutton, rather then spend the rest of his life in Federal Prison, committed suicide earlier this week.
The bad guys won the Whiskey Rebellion.
The population of the US is -1 more; I’ve seceeded.
“A man is no less a slave because he is allowed to choose a new master once in a term of years.” – Lysander Spooner
(Title edited for linguistic clarity – “strike-the-rooters?” That sounds like an act of violence against plumbers, which would certainly NOT be in my self interest, as I’m getting my plumbing certification this Spring.)
So my portraits may not be all neat and pretty like the Wall Street Journal, but I ask you: isn’t there something a little fascist-y about staying in the lines and perfectly equidistant cross-hatchings?
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Thanks for stopping by, everybody.
For Illustration Friday, the topic being “wise.” So, some Mencken quotes:
“The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.”
“Platitude: an idea (a) that is admitted to be true by everyone, and (b) that is not true.”
And my favorite (tonight, anyway):
“We are here and it is now. Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine.”
This is the final piece for a friend who now has to come over and help us clear out our woods.
There’s something poetic about drawing the portrait of a man who encouraged employment in practical work as I’m preparing to go to school for a certificate in plumbing.
Unless, of course, anyone out there wants to pay me lots of money for my pictures. No? Then call me when your toilet gets clogged.
The wife says he looks like someone who writes for Gawker.
I suppose the timing of this image is appropriate, as we’re getting close to the time Americans engage in the wackadoo tribal pageantry called “elections.” It’s basically the culmination of a long stretch of time when it’s socially acceptable to treat your friends, family, and neighbors like crap.
From his entry in Wikipedia:
David Levering Lewis, Biographer, wrote, “In the course of his long, turbulent career, W. E. B. Du Bois attempted virtually every possible solution to the problem of 20th century racism – scholarship, propaganda, racial integration, national self-determination, human rights, cultural and economic separatism, politics, international communism, expatriation, third world solidarity.”
Never got around to laissez faire, though. Which I find odd, as it’s so French sounding, like his name. Call me naive, but that’s like a guy named Suzuki never trying sushi. Or a dude named Nabakov never trying beef stroganoff. Or a lady named McDonald never trying haggis. Mmm, haggis. Is anyone else getting hungry? I forgot what we were talking about.
Old John Brown’s body lies moldering in the grave,
While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;
But tho he lost his life while struggling for the slave,
His soul is marching on.
This one’s for a buddy, who in exchange for this piece is going to help the wife and I clear out some of our woods. Which is kind of fitting, as I’m of the opinion that trade is the opposite of slavery.
This is also a fitting submission to this week’s Illustration Friday: Repair. As in, how long until the individuals, families, and communities broken by the ongoing repercussions of slavery and the Civil War be repaired? Probably never. Too much hurt to go around, I guess.
This white throated sparrow knows who he is voting for.
Vote Sam Peabody Peabody Peabody Peabody
I’m currently reading about the Whiskey Rebellion. Apparently, life on the frontier in the late 1700′s was rough. (peanut gallery: How rough was it?) It was so rough, eye gouging was an acceptable conflict resolution solution.
This gentleman doesn’t look to me to be of that era; I’m thinking more like foul-ball incident.
First face on my new great desk. Thank you, desk sellers!
