A BOURGEOIS TANTRUM

So it turns out that one of the Marinites with whom I regularly come in contact is outraged, OUTRAGED ! at the very idea of burning cyber trucks, My piles bleed for Jeffy-poo.
Poor baby. Mmm.

Obviously I haven't shown the schmo my recent paintings; I can imagine the screeching.
On the other hand, some of my friends think its some of my best work.

I myself think that the graphic image of a burning wankpanzer is an artistic theme for our time, a visual that really says "2025" like nothing else. It says it all. What's wrong with the world, the destruction of the fabric of our society by rightwing psychopaths, the egomania of trillionaires, the abject ethically crippled obsequiousness of Republican politicians, the sheer ignorant vindictiveness of their deluded voters, and the gutless amorality and complete lack of principles of the Republican Party in general.

Like nothing else, a burning wanpanzer represent a class war dialectic.
As well as a contemporary "religious" iconography.

Also, Jeffy-poo, it's a reminder for you to rake the forest. Wankpanzers, like fallen leaves, heretics, and gated communities, are infinitely flammable.

And will combust at the slightest.
It's all the dry weather.
Climate change.


When Jeffy-poo waddled in today he was sputtering about protests, swastikas scratched into vehicles, protesting idiots, and how the tariffs are a good thing. I've come to the conclusion that if it weren't for expensive cigars and vicious quarrelling, he would have a hard time maintaining colon heath and regularity. The poor dumb bastard.



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