Talk about “CLIMATE CHANGE”... Now everyone knows Dubya is all wet and going down slow...a sinking shit. His INTELLIGENT DESIGNER has creationed a sea change in the American public’s dewy-eyed vision of his so-called, “compassionate conservative” values. Whipped up Katrina to rip him a new one, exposing the asshole inside. At whatever stupendous cost of American taxpayers’ money and the obscene number of human lives lost, not just poor colorful people in the American south, but around the planet, “You break it, you own It” Iraq and Mother Nature have roused Dubya’s maker to wash his power and his sins away with the tide for the betterment of all God’s children. Say, “Amen!”, somebody.

Happy Halloweenie!
Here’s the brand new poster of our PATRIOT INACTION himself, drowning in a flooded cemetery in New Orleans. It’ll be slapped soppin wet up on a street corner near you faster than you can read this rant. Get ready to take a pasting Lalaland...to use Dubya’s own Tex-ass vernacular: the Bunnies wuz so hoppin mad, their photoshop choppin got as noisy as two skeletons dancing on a tin roof and I got to thinking I’d make him look like a blister—doesn’t show up til the work’s all done. It’s the fastest—and most complicated—poster production we’ve thrown up: spittin consciousness. (Thanks to Bill Smith, Molly Bosted, Mac Holbert, Chuckles...and, as ever, Boom Boom and especially the Debster.)
Oh, to all our transcontinental pals: I’ll be in Boston Oct. 18th at Mass Art’s Tower Auditorium 6:30-8:30 (617 879-7000 for the skinny), with the great mid-western madman, Art Chantry. And at Stanford U. in Palo Alto, CA, Saturday, Nov.5th---on some panel about something arty in Wallenberg Hall (shnazzy). Mo’ late!
Peace & Angst & Action, Robbie