Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Interview with Trump

 (All answers are actual Trump quotes.)

You said you could shoot someone dead and get away with it.

"No matter what you do - guns, no guns - it doesn't matter. You have people that are mentally ill. And they're gonna come through the cracks. And they're going to do things that people will not even believe are possible."

What's up with all your lies that the election was stolen?

"Our country is in serious trouble. We don't have victories any more. We used to have victories but [now] we don't have them. When was the last time anybody saw us beating, let's say, China, in a trade deal? They kill us. I beat China all the time. All the time."

Childhood discipline, where do you stand?

"When you see the other side chopping off heads, waterboarding doesn't sound very severe."

Tell me something demented about yourself.

"To be blunt, people would vote for me. They just would. Why? Maybe because I'm so good looking."

Who is your favorite Middle Eastern dictator?

"If you look at Saddam Hussein, he killed terrorists. I'm not saying he was an angel, but this guy killed terrorists."

How do you feel about Eric, your son?

"I never attacked him on his looks, and believe me, there's plenty of subject matter right there."

What have you nicknamed your tiny ball sack?

"I look very much forward to showing my financials, because they are huge."

Jesus, who you claim to believe in and even worship, laid hands on people, how do you feel about things like shaking hands? If Jesus thought it was okay, then how do you stand on it?

"The concept of shaking hands is absolutely terrible, and statistically I've been proven right."

Respond to the rumor that you're a closeted gay man like your dead fascist Red baiting AIDS riddled buddy Roy Cohn.

"All of the women on The Apprentice flirted with me - consciously or unconsciously. That's to be expected."

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt...

"She does have a very nice figure... If [Ivanka] weren't my daughter, perhaps I'd be dating her."

You're making me physically ill. You are a boorish pig fucking thin skinned idiot. I can't stand being around you anymore.

“You’re disgusting.”

You sound like my cousin John who probably voted for you.

"There are those that say they have never seen the Queen have a better time, a more animated time."

So you just called my cousin gay.

"I think the big problem this country has is being politically correct. I've been challenged by so many people and I don't, frankly, have time for total political correctness."

I'm leaving you now. Go crawl back under your rock in Mar-a-Lago. Or better yet go swimming with hungry alligators. You are a piece of shit human.





Sunday, January 16, 2022

Imagine

Imagine being such a shitty thin skinned asshole that in order to cover up your shitty bullying past that you scrolled through the posts on this blog and emailed commenters to tell them what I wrote about my shitty cousin John and his shitty family was a pack of lies. A long time loyal friend of this blog and Facebook friend from Mexico admitted that my cousin sent her emails telling her that I was a liar and his family never bullied me. But then again John punched me repeatedly in the nose to make me sneeze uncontrollably because he found it funny the first time he did it. 

I look forward to shitting on his grave one day.

Saturday, January 1, 2022

New art from my National Bird Night 1970s series.





 One day I might explain the symbolism and context of these works, until then, read into them what ever you like. And if your jam is leaving hateful comments about other people's work, then know your comment will never see the light of day on this blog.

Sunday, December 12, 2021

What would you like for the holidays?

"An end to the patriarchy."

"A bag of weed for my stressed out single mom who works three jobs."


"Some kindness in a world full of assholes."

"I want to find out why I laugh all the time."

"I want you baby doll. Bom chicka wow wow."

"To poop more. I hate being constipated."

"More angst."

"I'd like to be able to walk down the street and not have grown ass men stare at my developing body and treating me like I'm a piece of meat to fuck and toss aside. And I want pie."

 

Monday, November 22, 2021

New art


 Newt's nightmare. (Acrylic, watercolor, marker, paper, and fabric on 30x15 canvas)

Why do you still believe that Trump won the election?

My name is John Iwaniszak and I believe it because I'm a fan of Tucker Carlson. He has a tiny pee pee like me.

Gerrie Steele here, Trump was sent by God and I love to pretend I'm Christian.

Bess Greene is my name and being a media dupe is my game.

My name is John Collier and I want to go to Brokeback Mountain with my illiterate  BFF Matt. 

I'm gifted. Just like Trump's kids. That's what my parents say. But I'm not allowed to talk to strangers who believe in evolution, like Susan Adams.

I'm John Iwaniszak senior and I live to prove that I am the alpha male, just like Trump is.

 

Thursday, November 11, 2021

More new art


 


Ode to Jimmy Dale. (Acrylic, paper, watercolor, oil based marker, marker, and buttons on 40x30" canvas) #outsiderart #stevedentonart #folkart #women #dogs #countrymusic #collage

Sunday, November 7, 2021

A new work


 'False memory.' 

(Acrylic wash on paper and paper on 24x24" canvas.)

Monday, November 1, 2021

Follow along

 I started an Instagram account for just my art. Click here to check it out.

Friday, October 15, 2021

This sportin' life


 Jon Gruden may be gone but there are hundreds more racist, misogynistic, homophobes like him still in all levels of sport.

And speaking of sports, when I was young I was baseball crazy and I loved football too. But after my mom was killed on an operating table and I was forced to go live with my crazy ass bi polar aunt, her husband who lived to humiliate any male he saw as a threat to his dominance, and their bullying children, I found out they all hated sports, especially my cousin John. 

He despised football and would loudly proclaim it every chance he got. He belittled me for liking it and still in to adulthood he hated it and bizarrely, he held me personally responsible for every bad thing associated with it, as if I had some kind of power over others and since I was a fan I MUST think and act like all other football fans everywhere. If I was watching a game in our adolescence and he wanted to watch something else, or merely wanted me to stop enjoying something I liked, he'd tell his crazy ass mother and she would threaten to hit me with a belt or some other weapon to get me to stop watching. He chose to make my life more miserable time after time growing up. And she backed him up. Every time.

Of course he will deny all this and try to spin it as if his bullying was my fault, but that's what gas lighters do. I'll bet he indulged his own kid's interest in sports and never gave a second thought on how he purposely made my life harder when I was already having a hard time with all the bullying I had to endure.

Now I'm a grown man with no contact with him and a home of my own and I have Hulu with live TV expressly so I can watch sports. Sparky isn't a fan of football but she leaves me be while I watch and enjoy because watching sports was a bonding thing between me and her late dad. 

And I know he reads my blog so John, go fuck yourself you bullying piece of shit.

Monday, September 27, 2021

For the love of all that is good and true and hopeful, why have you not gotten vaccinated yet?

 

"I'm too busy making record profits and not sharing them with workers. I'm a capitalist, I won't get sick. I have employees who will get sick for me."

"When they start charging for it and not giving it away to the blacks, the homos, the Greeks, and socialists, then I'll get it. I believe in for profit health care."

"I'm a fucking illustration from a mid century kids book. I don't get vaccinated."


"I believe Nicki Manaj's cousin's friend. If my balls swell up, it will make my penis look even smaller than it already does."

"I'm owning the science loving socialist liberals.  I'll show those damn do gooders. They're only behind this saving lives things to make us pro life pro war anti immigrant Republicans look bad. I would gladly die to deny Biden a win."

"Say, have you seen any stray Negroes I can gun down and get away with it? It's been a few weeks since a cop senselessly murdered a black guy for no reason. I have to keep our streak going."

Thursday, September 23, 2021

What other things has Nicki Manaj's cousin's friend said?

 

"He said Trump won the election in 2020 but the aliens on Blector 3 have brainwashed us all in to thinking Biden won because he supports the nerve stapling of Ass-o-tonium miners on Blector 3."

"He said I  looked like I was hurtin' for a squirtin' and you know what?  He's not wrong.  I need a good ride on a stiff dick."

"He said my name sounded funny.  So I had him horsewhipped like he was a Haitian immigrant seeking help. Praise Jesus!"

"He said Trinidad rocks but Tobago is shit."

"He said his testicles would swell up if I didn't give him a hand job.  So I prayed about it, and he was right.  His nuts are so big now that he has to ferry them about in a wheelbarrow.  As if I would touch a Negro, much less a Negro's penis."

Hey Nameless Cynic

 Your comments will never ever see the light of day on this blog. And you seem like a real fucking asshole, probably because you are one. You are no doubt hopped up on horse dewormer and masturbating to pictures of Donald Trump in the trailer your mommy bought for you. 

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Where have I been for the last three years?

Helping my domestic life partner take care of her elderly father who has since passed away. 

He did the best he could after the death of his wife and in many ways our job became easier after her death until he had a stroke last summer, 2020, before Trump's mishandling of covid blew up in our faces. After his stroke, he was 92 at the time, he began slipping slowly into Alzheimer's related dementia and our lives revolved around taking care of him almost exclusively. We had to do everything for him, and I mean everything.  in the last six months when he lost the ability to walk we finally got hospice care approved for him which helped us some. We used a Hoyer lift to get him in and out of bed and into his recliner. His mind slowly slipped away and it became gradually harder to even do that. We had to help him toilet, at one point we administered an enema because the poor old guy was crying from the pain of constipation. We had to feed him in the last months of his life and ask him if he needed something to drink. He finally passed away.  He wasn't perfect in life but he did the best he could and it was a shame three out of four of his children would not lift a finger to help. His youngest son is a sociopath who cares for nothing but himself, his youngest daughter is a selfish cunt who lives 25 minutes away but could not be bothered to even pick up a phone to call her dying father. And his eldest son who lives in Texas was too busy riding his little horses and shooting his little gun while yelping about freedom to help. I took care of him while he lived, I did what they refused to do and now after his death, I want NOTHING to do with them, and 99% of the rest of his family, especially the right wing Bible thumping Trump lovers.  I skipped his funeral because I could not stand to see them accept condolences on the death of a man they refused to help us care for and because I would have punched them all in the face and gone to jail for it, so fuck it.

And while all that was going down, my bowel cancer came back in the form of a softball sized tumor in my small bowel, which meant emergency surgery to remove it, chemo, and having to put up with a shitty oncologist who was more concerned with policing my language than she was with the high doses of the chemo drugs that caused my whole body to cramp. Trust me, yo do not want an eye cramp, ever. I had to stop the chemo after the 7th dose because I got tired of being treated like I was a nuisance and I got tired of the clinic staff antagonizing me and then calling me 'difficult' when I would not put up with their bullshit.

Oh yeah, and after Lee's stroke he could not help it, it was part of the dementia, he got me confused with someone else and became abusive and punched me in the back of the head one day while I was helping to buckle his seat belt  before we could take yet another drive. It was a rare moment when Sparky's brother got off his ass and helped his sister out. I thought I had covid or was having another heart episode, so I went to the hospital, this was before covid exploded, and I had a pacemaker put in.  We asked her brother and his Gladys Kravitz of a wife to stay a day or two more after my pacemaker was put in so Sparky could stay with me to make sure I was okay, they refused, leaving us on our own yet again with a dementia patient who could do nothing for himself and me with a pacemaker to get used to. They said they HAD to get back to the shithole we call Texas, but fun fact after Lee died, they over slept and missed their flight after the funeral and laughed and laughed about it. 

I might blog more later I don't know, but as you can tell from my previous few posts, I'm not about taking any shit from anyone anymore. 

EDIT: Lee was a sweet old man who in his last days was gentle as a lamb when his delusions left him alone. I was proud that I could help him pass over.  I held his hand and did my best to ease his worries and suffering without any of that religious shit getting in the way.  And you know how many members of his family thanked me after he died for all my hard work and stress that nearly killed me? One, his daughter and my domestic life partner, Sparky.  The rest, NOT A FUCKING PEEP. 


Fuck off Nameless Cynic

 "Well, if you don't post a blog entry for 3 years, you can't say it's THEIR fault for not reading it, can you?" 

I never fucking said anything of the sort you cunt and all your little comments are going straight into a spam folder. Now go crawl back under your rock and fuck off.

Saturday, September 18, 2021

More posting to come

 Not that anyone reads this blog any more.


I lost count of all the times my shitty dead aunt and her awful kids said this shit to me

The last email I got from my my horrible cousin John included some of these phrases. He can not understand why I want nothing to do with him or his siblings. They think the bullying their parents did to me and my siblings was normal behavior. 
 

To the person who claimed to be my cousin on the post about my sister...

 If you think I am your cousin, email me at monkeymuck@gmail.com and include proof in your email. Thanks.


Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Too cute

They had the cutest ads for under garments in the 1940s.

Monday, September 24, 2018

Before and after


I bought about 20 mid century magazines at an estate sale last week.  These awesome pictures are from an issue of Seventeen from May 1947.  I had no idea Seventeen used to be an oversize magazine.   It struck me as I was going through it and choosing what to scan from it, that my mother was a teenager in 1947, so she may had owned a copy or seen a copy of this same magazine on the newsstands in Detroit. 

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Vera Miles




Vera Miles, one of the beautiful women who ever lived.  Fuck you with a rusty chainsaw if you disagree with me.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Hey old white folks, when should you call the police on black people?

 "As soon as they show up."
 "When they get loud and threatening?"

"When their men leave with out making sure the women they're sexually pleasuring has an orgasm." 

"Hang on, did she just admit she has sex with black males?  I had no idea the extent that they were sexing up our ugly older women." 

"When they offer you their overly spiced foods and then demand that you agree with them when they say that their lives matter."

"Ummmm, when you see them break the law."