In a Georgia backwater berg allegedly named MilledEdgeOnSeville, way back in a day, came the beginnings of the capricious if not cracker-ass loony life of MTG. Raised to be Georgian redneck and upon making a solemn promise to her father to live a "virgin lifestyle" and yet being backcountry horny, MTG would continue to keep her promise to 'daddy' and figuring out a way to fulfill her growing hormonal urges by making jiggy with the countryside fauna. So as MTG was making hormonal jiggy with a Georgia bulldog and getting dang close to climax, MTG was met with one of those straight up weird "divine interventionist visions." Appearing before MTG was Jesus and Judas who urged MTG to pursue money, religion, and politics. Not necessarily in any logical order of course. However and to give MTG the benefit of her copulation with the bulldog, Jesus and Judas encouraged our blest MTG to finish her jiggy and then get on with the business at hand. So MTG after a refreshing cleanup, plunged headlong into the business of making piles of bucks, social connections for future political convenience, and faking the bejeepers out of "church." Religion has always been about social and political control of people and rarely is religion about "god" or living a 'devout' lifestyle. Such mundane bullshit. Okay so, using her considerable fortunes and social/political connections, MTG gets herself elected to Congress. By some mysterious oversight and total disregard for her previous and peculiar sexual orientation, MTG is simpatico with the Georgia folk and she's a shoe in for certain. By hook and obviously conflated backwoods propaganda. Tell the ignorant folk crap-o-la served up on a deep fried country fair stick and PRESTO...election won. Truly a sad state of affairs for Georgia and the rest of America. So MTG makes a big splash with the none too critically inclined toward rational and sane belief. MTG is 'in' with the cracker television nut jobs, christian nationalist neo-Nazi racists, and donny 'the golden fuck' trump. Here we are back in the present and who knows, maybe America is doomed as doomed can be. We'll just have to wait and see if backwoods Georgians can reconcile themselves to slightly less insane inflammatory rhetoric and choose a more moderate approach to life, the universe, and everything. By the way, the answer to that last seems almost a question is...42. Ain't not nobody can understand the question and therein lays all of our common problems. Now for that Camel Day machine artistry.
whole lotta Rosey -
abstract in pencil -
poking literary sticks at the politicos is really one whole lot of fun. the exercise and practice almost gives my life meaning. 😃
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