I would have posted this sooner, after some decent holidays, but there was an emergency: A loved one of one of my out-of-state uncles died, and my mother had to go to Chicago for the week. And guess who had to be yanked out of bed too early in the morning to petsit for a week?
So much for all those leftovers I had, right?
<shrug> Oh well. But at least the response wasn’t like this shit:
Rush Limbaugh is in hospital for chest pains. Left Bloggers have a collective fap.
God as my witness, I fucking wish I was kidding about the masturbation. When I heard that Ted Kennedy had finally passed away, outside of the obvious, “Well, we don’t have to preserve the body, do we?” crack, I pretty much left him alone. (I’d probably do the same with Oral Roberts. “Well, looks like God finally called his ass home. Let’s move on.” Compare that to the wingnuts who would line up to Rush’s grave to piss on it, and then go to Michael Jackson’s grave and offer offerings hoping he could acquire sainthood. (And weren’t they considering him little more than a wacko pedo, oh, I don’t know, just about This Time Last Fucking Year?)
I keep finding myself turning to Cracked for my editorial references. I’d like to drag some people’s noses doggie style to this article, where David Wong written these bits of sage wisdom that I, or Eric Krockett for that matter, would live by:
“Celebrating the death of somebody you disagreed with pretty much makes you a dick….Falwell had a family. Friends. He was a human being. You cheer over his corpse and you’re just acting like a pecker.” (And I should add, regardless of whatever he lives or dies by this, Rush Lmbaugh.)
Or for that matter, Sean Hannity, or Glenn Beck, or even—start bewailing me now—Chris-fucking in front of the webcam-Chan.
Honestly, when I reported that my mother had breast cancer, my first thought wasn’t about my mother, but of someone putting it on the Chans and rail at me over it saying that I fucking gave her that cancer by all the stuff I posted online. (Think it wouldn’t happen, in a way? I just described Tony Snow.) I did not put that above some people. Fortunately for me, I had a more supporting response. At least directly.
…<sigh> And people wondering why I’m re-writing Blood and Metal as a transplanting America to another country? America is a bud from a rosebush that might be dead by 2020, or even 2012 for that matter.

In comparison, the Orc Land storyline from Domminic Deegan is coming to a close. And while some people decry and debase just about every strip that Mookie makes—or for that matter, every panel or even brush stroke—he does have a point to make at the end of the story. Here is Luna, a human cursed since birth by an Orc to have orc teeth for all of her life, and was pretty much dragged through hell since birth before she met Dom, and trust me on this, she had self-esteem issues something fierce. But she has somehow overcome all that and began the steps to restore the Orc’s homeland in spite of the orc—shown in the strip above—who cursed her. In the next strip, this chief begged her forgiveness, and if it were any other Callanian, he would have—and from some opinion should have—been executed on the spot.
But that is not the Orc’s way, or even Mookie’s, as he’ll state in his blog: (Scroll down for the words.)
If I wanted to be truly realistic about the orc clans coming together under the rain I could spend another year telling that story alone. If orcs were more like humans they would debate about how the miracle truly came to pass, which of their belief systems was the “true” one that brought it about, the implications of another race interfering in a time of great religious significance and countless other things that you’d find in the news.
But no. In my ideal world, when people are presented with a miracle of great benevolence they find it in their hearts to put their differences aside and rejoice as one, truly remembering that we are all in this together and that compassion should not be delegated or debated, but simply shared… where even an old man scarred by racism and hatred can find the will to love and forgive again.
It breaks my heart that I will likely never see this sort of thing in the real world, so I put my ideals, however foolish and naive some may claim them to be, in my world.
There are times I wish humans were more like my orcs.
No shit, Mookie. Because in our world we have shit like this, taken from YuYu Hakusho #1, scanned from US Shonen Jump 1-1. (Used as a reference. Viz even thinks of infringement, I’m going to their office for a little Mind Crushing…with a hammer.)


If you ever made an eulogy as heartless as this (typical) High School Principal, do the world a favor and kill yourself. If you are a High School Principle and have said that, do it on school grounds. Both arms. The long way. At least do that right.
Let it not be you who eulogized anybody in this manner, or in a manner of a Moonbat bloggie. Nobody deserves to be fapped over while they’re dying. Not even Rush Limbaugh.