He went the same night I did. Sorry, queenofeden…

He went the same night I did. Sorry, queenofeden

(via queenofeden)

Back in the saddle?

Back in the saddle?

fuckingrapeculture:

[If you can afford an iPhone or an iPad, then you shouldn’t be on welfare.
This shouldn’t even be a controversial statement.]
seananmcguire:

cumbersome-cucumber:

frightening-feminist:

blissy-leaves:

getoutofthewelfaretag:

thegodlessatheist:

Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.

Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.

We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance. My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me. He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs. For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas. Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game. He was so happy. Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me. The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us. My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person. Because of fucking people like you OP. Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge. So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others. You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.

This is an important post.

that time Bill O Reily was shocked and appalled that poor people could afford *gasp* A TV AND A FRIDGE IN THEIR APT? and went on a rant saying these ppl shouldn’t be on welfare because they have a plasma tv and fridge because obviously poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor ppl should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on walls with stones and sticks for entertainment.

When I was a child on welfare, eating rotten lunch meat, walking in shoes with cardboard in the bottoms to cover the holes, I had an extensive collection of My Little Ponies.  Not “one or two horses”; over three hundred, all told, and almost all the major playsets.  Maybe, oh, 10% of the total came from my mother, over the course of the eight years I spent collecting and living with her.  The rest were gifts from family members who didn’t know about our situation, but knew from Gramma’s chatty “everything is fine” letters that I loved My Little Pony.  They were from the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas.  They were from me saving every penny I found on the street.  They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness.  We’re talking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime from Mom’s budget.  And the ones that did?  She was a mother trying not to break her daughter’s heart.
Every time someone yelled at us because poor people shouldn’t have nice things, we all died a little inside, and I clutched my horses even harder.  I needed something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the walls and the mold growing on the butter.
Unless you’re someone’s accountant, you don’t know where they’re putting their money, and it’s not your place to judge.


It’s not a controversial statement. It’s a bullshit statement. Especially in an age where we communicate almost entirely via mobile phones and computing devices and these things are no longer luxury items but essential tools. That’s the equivalent of saying in 1980 “If you can afford home telephone service, then you shouldn’t be on welfare.”

fuckingrapeculture:

[If you can afford an iPhone or an iPad, then you shouldn’t be on welfare.

This shouldn’t even be a controversial statement.]

seananmcguire:

cumbersome-cucumber:

frightening-feminist:

blissy-leaves:

getoutofthewelfaretag:

thegodlessatheist:

Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.

Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.

You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.

We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance.

My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me.

He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs.

For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas.

Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game.

He was so happy.

Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me.

The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us.

My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person.

Because of fucking people like you OP.

Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge.

So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others.

You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.

This is an important post.

that time Bill O Reily was shocked and appalled that poor people could afford *gasp* A TV AND A FRIDGE IN THEIR APT?
and went on a rant saying these ppl shouldn’t be on welfare because they have a plasma tv and fridge because obviously poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor ppl should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on walls with stones and sticks for entertainment.

When I was a child on welfare, eating rotten lunch meat, walking in shoes with cardboard in the bottoms to cover the holes, I had an extensive collection of My Little Ponies.  Not “one or two horses”; over three hundred, all told, and almost all the major playsets.  Maybe, oh, 10% of the total came from my mother, over the course of the eight years I spent collecting and living with her.  The rest were gifts from family members who didn’t know about our situation, but knew from Gramma’s chatty “everything is fine” letters that I loved My Little Pony.  They were from the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas.  They were from me saving every penny I found on the street.  They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness.  We’re talking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime from Mom’s budget.  And the ones that did?  She was a mother trying not to break her daughter’s heart.

Every time someone yelled at us because poor people shouldn’t have nice things, we all died a little inside, and I clutched my horses even harder.  I needed something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the walls and the mold growing on the butter.

Unless you’re someone’s accountant, you don’t know where they’re putting their money, and it’s not your place to judge.

It’s not a controversial statement. It’s a bullshit statement. Especially in an age where we communicate almost entirely via mobile phones and computing devices and these things are no longer luxury items but essential tools. That’s the equivalent of saying in 1980 “If you can afford home telephone service, then you shouldn’t be on welfare.”

(via this-simple-mind)

sincitygallery:

Would love Yo-Landi Vi$$er, Ninja Roger Ballen, Rob Malpage, Clayton James Cubitt to share some Cape Town love as they have mad style. #fokyes #12inchesofsin #12ofsin #callforart #juriedartshow #bestdamnartintheworld #sizematters www.12ofsin.com

Hey, get yo’ kinky art submitted.

sincitygallery:

Would love Yo-Landi Vi$$er, Ninja Roger Ballen, Rob Malpage, Clayton James Cubitt to share some Cape Town love as they have mad style. #fokyes #12inchesofsin #12ofsin #callforart #juriedartshow #bestdamnartintheworld #sizematters www.12ofsin.com

Hey, get yo’ kinky art submitted.

I don’t know where this is, but I want this picture blown up really big and hanging on my wall.

I don’t know where this is, but I want this picture blown up really big and hanging on my wall.

(via forgottenships)

Something I found on my Facebook that I found on a hard drive from who knows when. 

"why don’t you just quit your job?"

tabletopfetus:

Someone had reposted my recent commissions post and made a comment inquiring why I don’t just quit my job to do art full time.  I’m sure there was no slight intended, hell it was probably complimentary, but this comes up from time to time.  The short answer is this:  "because i’m an adult with debt & responsibilities who realizes walking away from 40k a year job to doodle for others is selfish".  I’ve never understood how steady income, insurance, etc is seen as failure. Chase dreams but sleep comfortable I say. The fuller answer tho I think is worth a share, so if yer curious read on for 

THE ECONOMIC REALITIES OF BEING AN ARTIST IN THE YEAR AFTER THE YEAR OF LUIGI ACCORDING TO RUSTY after this here jump

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This is such a good read. The part about being able to create stress-free really hit home. Before I went freelance full-time, I was much more productive creatively, in comics, art, writing and music. Now, I only produce what I can get paid for. I’m not complaining, but it’s reinforcement for what @tabletopfetus is saying here.

popgoestheicon:

Another darn convention? Yep. April 18-20 we’ll be at Wondercon Anaheim, kicking it at table 050 in the Small Press area. Come on down and get yerself a copy of six of San Hannibal #1, hot off the press and possibly sold out at your local comic shop (and while you’re at it, pre-order the second issue NOW from said local comic shop). Oh, and other comics & stuff, too. And fist-bumps. But no handshakes. THOSE ARE MURDER.

Assuming I survive the next two days, this is where you’ll find me this weekend. Likely hopped up on cold medicine.

popgoestheicon:

Another darn convention? Yep. April 18-20 we’ll be at Wondercon Anaheim, kicking it at table 050 in the Small Press area. Come on down and get yerself a copy of six of San Hannibal #1, hot off the press and possibly sold out at your local comic shop (and while you’re at it, pre-order the second issue NOW from said local comic shop). Oh, and other comics & stuff, too. And fist-bumps. But no handshakes. THOSE ARE MURDER.

Assuming I survive the next two days, this is where you’ll find me this weekend. Likely hopped up on cold medicine.

peopleareaproblem:

I kind of admire how they made sure we’d fall in love with Steve Rogers before we fell in love with Captain America.

Now I wanna watch The First Avenger again, damn it.

(via this-simple-mind)

popgoestheicon:

Where will you be able to find us at Emerald City Comicon in two weeks (gasp!)? Booth 1808, on the north side of level four. We’ll bring the comics and the creators, you bring us cookies. Right?

That’s where I’ll be all weekend. Come on down!

popgoestheicon:

Where will you be able to find us at Emerald City Comicon in two weeks (gasp!)? Booth 1808, on the north side of level four. We’ll bring the comics and the creators, you bring us cookies. Right?

That’s where I’ll be all weekend. Come on down!