Really looking forward to the movie--I heard it's not so very feminist after all... we'll see!
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Saturday, June 10, 2017
My latest column for the Aitkin Independent Age is about Mohammedans and those who praise them.
The week before last, two events happened, one in a country across the ocean, one in our own state capital. In Manchester, England, a group of Islamic terrorists set off a nail bomb at a concert, killing 21 people. In St. Paul, H.F. 2621, a bill to further penalize female genital mutilation, which is practiced by many Muslim immigrants, faced strong opposition as it went from the House to the Senate.
Read the rest here.
On the face of it, it is utterly mystifying why leftist progressivism supports Islam. Progressivism is feminist – Islamic countries honor-kill women for dating without permission, mutilate their genitals and forbid them from getting an education, owning property or driving cars. Progressivism is pro-homosexual – in Islamic countries, homosexuals with adult partners have been thrown from rooftops. Progressivism claims to be in favor of freedom of expression and of the arts – Islamic countries outlaw criticism of Islamic teaching, tax or execute followers of other religions and forbid representational art. And yet, noticing the connection between Islam and terrorism is called racist and Islamophobic, and liberal politicians ensure thousands of Muslim migrants continue to pour into American and European cities. Corporations defend it strongly, with Facebook and Twitter censoring anti-Islam posts; and it’s the only religion taught and made allowances for in any public schools.
Monday, May 22, 2017
Unfinished ink drawing of the first set of sprites from Homestuck. I was once so enthusiastic for this story. I even did the art for an official t-shirt thereof.
But, like Dr. Who, (which is interesting since they're quite referentially connected) it got really, really intrusively preachy of the politically correct homosexualist narrative, as well as heavily deconstructive. I still feel like I should finish it someday, but going by the reactions of people I know who did finish it, the ending in no way lives up to the incredible, medium-revolutionizing creativity of the early parts.
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Though it didn't quite rise enough, it was much better than last year's attempt.
I still have to try again sometime, however. The flowers, by the way, were sent as a gift by my father and mother.
Friday, May 12, 2017
My latest column for the Aitkin Independent Age is in reaction to some recent articles therein espousing an instrument that can be used to protect against one's medically-sanctioned murder or to facilitate it, so I was compelled to enjoin against the latter.
There have been some recent articles about advanced health care directives. By all means, it’s a good idea to prepare one. But I beg you, do not let it be used for killing.
Read the rest here.
End of life ethics is a very difficult area. I’m not a doctor, so I cannot tell exactly in what circumstances treatment is futile. I don’t know enough to judge individual cases. But I do know the absolute moral principle of never killing a person except in defense. We are not morally obliged to do absolutely everything possible to extend a person’s life for as long as possible. But we are morally obliged never to take action to bring about their death, even if they wish us to.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
A very quickly-done ink painting of my Decadence redesign of Batman Beyond Batman that was intended to be given as a gift to Will Friedle, who voiced him, but then his convention appearance had to be cancelled. The friend who was delegated to give it to him suggests waiting for if he can ever come again, but I think if that happens, I can hopefully do something not so rushed and thus, much better!
Saturday, April 22, 2017
My latest column for the Aitkin Independent Age is a somewhat curmudgeonly ramble about telephones, Daylight Savings, and indie publishing.
I recently got my first smartphone and I’m still trying to figure out how to use it. The keyboard buttons are too small so I always hit the wrong letter. When I do get the word spelled out, autocorrect changes it to something else. When someone calls, I peck at the “answer” circle frantically and ineffectually; a prompt reminds me I have to pull the edge of the circle out to the perimeter of a wider circle, like concentric ripples on water. But like how the inner ripple of a wave will never catch up to the ones forerunning it, by the time I get this done, the ringer stops and the caller is redirected to voicemail, which I haven’t found out how to access yet.
I didn’t even have a cell phone until after college. I think I was the only student there who didn’t and this made me rather pleased with myself. It was inconvenient at times, though. The art school was three miles away from the university and I didn’t drive, either, so my father, a professor, would drop me off and pick me up at the ends of my three-hour drawing and painting classes. One day he didn’t show up. The art school had just removed the pay phone from the lounge area – they must have reckoned everyone had a cell phone!Read the rest here.