As the mighty US of A have their mind set on the 2008 elections, scheduled to be held in a year from now, I think it is the right time to look back at the George W. Bush administration of almost 8 years reign over the United States and don’t fool ourselves much of North America and the so called civilized world, and ask ourselves what the fuck Jim?

Just what the fuck happened? How did we get fooled like that? Are we that dumb? Mesmerized by iPhones and SUVs, injecting American Express to the veins, brainwashed daily on the evening news with just the right amount of fear and paranoia. We lay disunited in a post 9/11 police state, controlled, counted, weighted, exploited and pacified by a whore like consumer economy that break us down to mere market segments based on our purchase power and psycho profiles. Are we just obedient little sheep smiling in bliss, sexually aroused as we get milked dry to masturbate, stimulate and keep erected out gross national product?

Of course not, that would merely be the dystopian vision from a twisted left wing fuckhead. Because this world is still beautiful and free. As the sun set on the immaculate green grass of the American dream George W. Bush keep reminding the world that everything is well and fine. That he loves democracy, his country, his people and the word nucular. Could be worst guess. Like having to draw your own conclusion of the past seven years in the Bush.

The very last of the FUTA cartoons, reloaded here for posterity and ego boosting. Definitly not the funniest FUTA cartoon but it is the only one using the updated graphics.

FUTA was to Reaction Quake 3 what the Sex Pistols were to the Rock’n Roll industry a bunch of terrorizing pirates and swindlers made of Solse, Golgo 13, Load3r, Uberbr00m and your humble host NoSympathy. We spend days procrastinating on some Enter The Game IRC channels and forged bizzare friendships that still last to this day.

Fishing stars on the edge of the galaxy, legs balancing in the lightless void, staring at the multicoloured sea of cloudy Nebula. Far away silky Giants chasing each others, teasing and embracing. A perpetual race without finish line, no one will ever live to see the smile on the winner’s face or wipe the tears from the losers eyes. Ageless super clusters of water coloured cotton candy inhabited by thousands billions thoughts and dreams spiralling, sewn together as one unique canvas. One voice echoing into infinity as a tapestry of wonders.

I stopped and listened to the murmurs for what seemed like millions of years. A vibrant but delicate broadcast of desires. Hope created by life itself for its own pleasure and pain. The very fabric of life was resonating around me as a perfect picture of its tragic beauty. So fragile, clueless and finite but so powerful in the end. Life and death, symbiosis of space and time still devoid of any meaning and logic. I pondered the seeds essence like a hopeless alchemist searching the philosopher’s stone in Descartes pocket. What the fuck am I doing here? The mind fooled itself in speculative daydreaming. As a phosphorous spaceship passed by I casted my interstellar bamboo pole in the multi-verse and slipped. Cut my wrist on sharp coral, the blood ran free as the carbonate shell ripped deep through the delicate flesh. No gravity.

A gentle sensation of sedation slowly took over my mind, insidious, vaporous infiltrator I could not fight. Gracious femme fatale passing through the nonchalant crowd, looking deep into my eyes, blowing a kiss in stop motion, blowing my soul in the abyss. l felt Ariadne’s thread slipping from my hand. Slipping away in the darkness, I screamed without a sound, I screamed but heard nothing. No noise. Petrified, nailed with the fear of realization hitting me like an asteroid. When there is no reflection, no ripples and no lights are we still real? Do we exist in solitude?

Left shivering in the galactic cold the eyes felt numb and heavy. A shooting star slowed down as some of my blood got sucked into a black hole. I felt tremors from beyond, laying in the dark. My heart beat became indistinct, slowly vanishing. I closed my eyes. Somewhere on the fringe of the universe, I could tell the Big Crunch was happening.

Misty morning came as an aggression, a sad bastard with a beard wearing an dense gray hat, ice dagger in hand. The deceiver as come. Knocking, hammering my oniric refuge, smashing it down to dust, stabbing repeatedly like a madman. Motherfucker. Clockwork city was immobile, vessels of flesh and metal stuck in it’s concrete veins, somewhere in the steel jungle a gear must have broke, gone insane. Insanity is common occurrence when you live in a Tarantula.

I looked around, slow motion on black and white television projected in the infinity of time and space. Repeater. Echoing endlessly from the far end of the universe. An unshaved old man in the rear mirror. Timeless prophet passing by riding a tricycle with leather wings, clamming impending doom. A living scripture from the Apocalypse - The End of the World is near. Calamities are upon us, don’t you bloody bastards see anything? No one was listening, no one was paying attention. No one ever wonder anymore in Clockwork city, the Spider does not allow such subversive things as questioning the established order. Why are you preaching in the desert old man? What is your purpose? Screaming at a wall aren’t you? Desert city, devoid of soul on this bleak day, we are all fools my friend.

My mind started to drift. I got scared. I wanted to run, go for the warmth, shelter myself in a orange box with red wine and cigarettes. Wait for the sun to come back to Memphis… Eat the kingdom and chase the Tarantula. Old man, what if you were just wrong? But he did not wait for me to ask, he was gone already. A child has replaced him, small yellow silhouette dancing in the rain. Fragile girl with rubber boots and a strawberry smile. Her eyes were bright, of the stargazer type, radiating the seven wonders of the world. She looked at me, blinded me for a second. Stun, completely annihilated, disarmed and naked. My skin was peeling from the nuclear blast. Old man, what if you were just fucking wrong? Old man the wild child thinks you are just fucking wrong.

Dark laboratory, hidden in the basement, soiled needles, wrong experiement, mutants and Outer Space. Doc Terror will seize, create, destroy, create, destroy. Terrorize. Terrorized humans await in the basement.

I was out of inspiration for 7 months. The corporate beasts, purvoyers of death, preachers of misery and vampires of the world will be brought down or if not we must die.

Infamous Sony new gaming console the Playstation 3 went on sale yesterday at exactly 00H Hour Zero-One and retarded brain damaged gamers camped out in front of retailers in hope to fell like a virgin again… or not, after all maybe most of them still are. But fuck it anyways I meant digitally virginized for the first time, or raped for a couple of hundred bucks but who cares, it is just a matter of opinion I guess, we live in a world of exuberant individual consumerism so who will notice that you spent 600$ (about 2 months of groceries for the average family of 3.5 members) on some stupid plastic junk.

All the fan boys will tell you that blah blah blah it is the greatest system of all time and that it is worth 600$ all we got for them as an answer is go fuck a goat and Smash My Ps3 Dot Fucking Com. (Fucking was added for dramatic effect only). Because yeah in case you were wondering the Ps3 already been terrorized by the same guy that brought you smash my Xbox/Xbox360/Ipod/Mom/Donald Pleasance and other mental deviations.

Eat it here.

[16:29:52] [Robboy]: asahole
[16:30:17] [Robboy]: Monk something on your mind?
[16:30:50] [Monk]: You know the other channels right?
[16:31:02] [Monk]: You totally know you get more info idling there than here!
[16:31:12] [Monk]: Like answers to questions and stuff.
[16:45:47] [Robboy]: yep

This blog could definitely use some updates, unfortunately I am really with that never ending grind called work, and the more generic infection they say goes by the name of ‘real-life’. I am just going to post real quick the logo I did for my World of Warcraft guild, a Photoshop contest which could give you virtual gold. I ended up winning the contest. I was pretty happy the way it turned, it could use some more tweaking but in the end I think the effect was great. Anyways here it is.