Me, again

By now, my appreciation for Art has only deepened. I have reached a point when I can no longer live without it as Art gives me life, love and respect or appreciation. Without Art, Life has no meaning and without Love. I appreciate how the Renaissance has turned Jesus Christ in their own European model and face. They have actually given him a face one can appreciate. I am no diehard fan of Jesus Christ the Man himself as he was an ordinary, common misfit in His time. I follow His teachings because it comes naturally for me to follow what is Universally true and what actually works and not every morsel of wisdom in this world was his original thought. I personally have no motif for celebration for Jesus Christ this Holiday Season. I think it's a scam. Christmas is for nitwits. Renaissance Art of Religion far moves me to divination. So Fuck Off, Jesus Christ beside me. Fuck off or Jerk Off!  Your undying, unrelenting envy of all of my being will be your own undoing, not mine. So wi...

A fictitious account by Miyazaki. Once upon a Haiku, there were two sisters left in an old dilapidated house left by their father as their only refuge from the cold bitter world of the RAT. One worked for a living. The other stayed at home taking care of a disabled person, both their nephew. One was a functional member of the RAT. The other WAS not! The working sister had plenty of money to collect in her den. The other had virtually none. The other was carefree and didn’t think much about money but enjoyed her life to the hilt by being friendly to all that she met…while the working one was responsible and money-assured but kept most to herself and a select few she considered close friends. One day, the one with virtually no money RAN out of it…buying things for herself and gifts for her friends. The one with plenty still had much to spare but did not give to her sister and their nephew at home. What do you think happened? Try and figure this out while Miyazaki thinks about it.

November 5’s US Election Results came as a resounding shock across the globe with the decisive win of the fascist Donald Trump and the inversely proportional, calamitous defeat of the remaining modicum of American democracy and decency, Kamala Harris. It had echoes of a disastrous, despotic, despicable and dystopian aftermath and to think we are only seeing the first few days of a newly-elected government. Just like anyone else, I was shocked and couldn’t believe that the majority of Americans legitimately voted for a person who would ruin so many lives with a promise of mass deportation of immigrants, a shameless disregard for the instrinsic rights of women, utter disrespect for the rights of homosexuals and transgenders to name a few…not even mentioning the eventual adverse repercussions to the Economy, both local and worldwide or even climate change. But what do I care? I’m not American. I’m not an immigrant living in the States with a looming danger over my possible deportation...

  Done in Watercolor and Gouache Left to Right :   Bullseye,  Bouquet of Flowers,  Labyrinth,  Captain's Hat,  The Kraken,  Banjo,  Bowling Pins,  Something Nautical,  Boombox,  Aurora Borealis,  Armadillo,  Ticket Stub

Listening and watching to Al Jazeera seems more logical to me than watching CNN these days. And listening to the wails of the Palestinian victims in Gaza comes across as louder and with more immediacy than any booming mic focused on that idiot Netanyahu. His paranoia is indefensible! I can only hope a member of his own team stabs him at the back to save the Holy Nation of Israel!

Let this be a Reminder to our present Newscasters, Journalists, TV Personalities, here and elsewhere with hopes for better programming. GMA Channel 7, this one's for you. I wouldn't post this if I didn't care. From Wikipedia: The Journalist's Creed  is a personal and professional affirmation and code of  journalism ethics  written by  Walter Williams  in 1914. The creed has been published in more than 100 languages, and a bronze plaque of The Journalist's Creed hangs at the  National Press Club  in  Washington, D.C.  Williams was the founding dean of the  Missouri School of Journalism . The Journalist's Creed I believe in the profession of journalism. I believe that the public journal is a public trust; that all connected with it are, to the full measure of their responsibility, trustees for the public; that acceptance of a lesser service than the public service is betrayal of this trust. I believe that clear thinking and clear statement...