Sometimes, when you’ve waited too long between gaming sessions, this happens.
That probably means I need to take better notes…
I would like to start off by stating this: I know not all cops are trigger happy former highschool star quarterbacks looking to take out misplaced aggression on those of us who don’t open/conceal carry. I know there are good police officers out there who ARE actually concerned with cleaning up the streets of the places they call home, people who want to take drug dealers off our streets and catch violent criminals before the murder/rape/destroy more lives. And I will also point out that while I myself have never had anything but amicable encounters with police officers, it doesn’t mean I’m not bothered by the current state of affairs in our country.
Having said that, the rest of this piece is not about peace officers, good cops, or your family or friends in public service. The following piece of writing is about the dark side of the (police) force. Going forward please assume that when I refer to “cops” it is a place holder for “misguided, negligent sociopaths collecting a paycheck from you the taxpayer, then shooting you in the face”
Cops. At this point, in my mind and vocabulary, “cops” are different from “police officers”. A Police Officer is a public servant; dedicating their life’s work to making their home towns a safer place. Police Officers let us know if we have tail light out, Police Officers help conduct traffic when there are power outages, they pick up assholes who sell drugs and beat up children, women, and animals, and they do this all the while not shooting you and I in the fucking face. “Cops”, in my mind, are the scumbags who abuse their station. Cops don’t give two damns about you or I or their communities. “Cops” want to line their pockets, bully, and intimidate. “Cops” bash out your tail light when so they can justify pulling you over, Cops turn on their sirens just to run a red light, without emergency. They pick up assholes who sell drugs so they can get their cut, they turn a blind eye on sex trafficking, child abuse, and animal fighting for the right price, and they can’t wait to shoot you in the god damn fucking face.
There have always been bad cops out there. It’s the linchpin of so many movies plots throughout decades. “The Professional”, “Training Day”, “The Departed”, “Hot Fuzz”, and “Walking Tall”, to name a few, all feature examples of “Cops”. Not Police Officers. “Cops”. With the number of media consumables around us that actively and subvertantly romanticize the idea of Bad Cops versus the Rebel with a Cause, it would be easy to blame movies, games, TV, and the internet for this problem growing at such a rapid rate. I, personally, do not think that is the case. I actually wonder most of the time if it even is growing at an alarming rate or if we’re just noticing it more because of our recent technological advancements. I’m not any sort of official voice, and what I have to say is merely conjecture based on my own social observations, but I would say it’s probably all of the above.
Here we sit, in 2015, a year out from the events of #Ferguson. If I were a police officer in this day and age, I know I’d be on my best behavior. I’d be wearing a body cam my entire shift, every shift. I’d have that dash cam rolling every second, and I’d make sure everything I did was recorded on that camera and in frame. I wouldn’t reach for my gun first thing. I’d call for back up immediately. I’d try a million things before I tried shooting the answer out of someone. I know that’s easier said than done, I also know that there is no way in Hell I’d ever join the police force. I saw a cat get hit by a car in front of my mom’s house a couple months ago, it ran to me and died at my feet. I cried for two days. I can’t imagine shooting someone in the head for not having a front license plate, or breaking someone’s ribs for not signaling properly.
Tell me it’s NOT getting ridiculous.
Tell me we’re not right back to where we were 60 years ago. 50? 40 years ago? 1991?
Right now we’re stuck in a horrifying Catch-22.
A. Unnecessary police brutality against unarmed black youths sparks fear, outrage, and distrust against police within black communities. –>
B. Distrusting black populous is on red alert in presence of police nation wide. People of all groups start arming themselves with knowledge of their rights when in police presence. –>
C. Frustrated with disobedience, “Cops” respond with unnecessary brutality… (repeat steps A through C).
It’s out of hand right now, and what’s worse is that it’s getting worse, and it’s going to get even worse than this.
What’s the solution? There’s not really a great one right now. Maybe stricter entry into police academy, including behavior and psychological screening. Maybe term limits on years of active duty to help ease the level stress. Maybe each officer has a mandatory partner (a sort of buddy system)? Those all seem like decent starts in their own rights, and some places may actually already use these tactics. At this point, like it or not, gun laws probably need to change in America, for the public and for community servants alike. I also believe that unfortunately this is one of those “Darkest just before Dawn” situations, events like these haven’t even begun to boil over. That’s my fear anywho.
Time to lay low and record everything I suppose… yikes.
Rev. Zach Martin
I wasn’t able to update Hive Mind yesterday, there will be no new issue of it this week, Fortress will, however, have an update.
After a mini-stay-cation with La and a visiting friend, I did very little work during last week, but managed to bust almost all of it out last Friday. Then over the weekend I spent two days drawing caricatures with my Ghostbuster friends at Classic Game Fest, we raised a good chunk of money for a local outreach/shelter and had a blast doing it. All of that aside, by Sunday night, through most of yesterday, I’ve been exhausted. I decided to call in sick from my own work yesterday. I’m not happy that I did it, but I needed to. I’m feeling much more rested today and ready to get back to work.
Hive Mind. The original story I wanted to tell is really coming to a close and I’m deciding if I have more stories to tell in that setting or if I let it rest after the last set. I would say the end of the story would draw me out two more months, after that, I feel like the original concept has been completed. La and I have been brainstorming options, whether I let if go, or if I refocus on another bee for another chapter, or what; soo… ideas are starting to flow, but nothing has stuck for me yet.
what ever I do for the next phase of Hive Mind, I’m definitely going to attack it from a different angle. I’m growing weary of not having a buffer, and although I know a general direction in the long run, some nights it’s harder to write the next three panels. Whatever I work on next is going to have a complete script in advance, and ideally a five issue buffer at all times, hell I’d be doing great just having a three issue buffer.
So, my apologies for not updating Hive Mind this week. I’m getting back on track right now. But first some housecleaning..
Welcome to another installment of Worst Person in the World (This Week).
Today’s person was sent to me from someone who recently had an encounter with a particularly putrid persona. A man came into their place of business and attempted to buy large quantities of ammunition of varying types while using a church tax exempt status under some tech company front. To me (and the person who shared this with me) this doesn’t add up to anything good. To me it shows all the red flags of some pseudo religious, tea-party, underground bunker, cult leader, doomsday prepper.
So that’s what I’d like to talk about today.
*NOTE* This one isn’t about all religions, or really ANY religion, I’ll save that one for a feistier day. This one is mostly about insane, self-righteous hypocrites.
I have no idea what this person looked like, but I assume it’s your typical confederate flag waving wal-mart scooter riding angry jelly roll. This person probably wears some sort of hate-speech themed trucker cap, talking about “The Bible Says Adam and EVE, not Adam and Steve” all the while yelling the loudest about their rights as “a Murican!” I imagine this person has never eaten anything green in their lives and thinks that Kool-aid still counts as drinking water. This person usually poses as a disabled veteran of a non-specific war they only ever refer to as “The War” though, their actual service has yet to have been proven. Either that or claiming some sort of black belt in an exotic martial art.
The “Religious Survivalist” is neither truly religious or able to survive on their own. This person is mostly delusional and unable to cope with the ever changing world around them. Every once in a blue moon, this snake-oil rambo gathers the attention of more, even softer headed, goons. In this instance the “RS” now has a congregation.
This is when this individual becomes dangerous rather than just an irritating guy down the street.
When the Religious Survivalist gains a congregation of slack-jawed buffoons, and the congregation in large and or strong enough; they have the potential of becoming a new Westboro, TEA-Party, or Arizona Government. Masses of uninformed, gun-toting, bible-thumping, bigots, running all over creation yelling about freedom while trying to stamp out the freedom of others. These people love the insane and inane rantings of guys like Glenn Beck and Alex Jones. “The end is Nigh because of our Black President!” or “Gay people are recruiting your children to do Ecstasy drugs and mouth sex on dog and horses!”
Don’t worry though, these people are often written off as looney toons with their heads up their asses. No one listens to them and-
Nope, there are a ton of them out there, and people follow them, and they believe all the hateful bile they spew. You can’t really escape them, you just have to wait for them to die off, or hope that the rapture actually DOES come to take them away. Maybe then we can all get some God-Damned PEACE and QUIET!
I was testing out some brush setting yesterday and I had accidentally picked out this awful bright pink color, when I did it yelled at myself “Why do I have to be Mr. Pink?!” After that I sent myself down a Reservoir Dogs worm hole. This is the end result. New 5×7 Mini print, on the usual card stock I may not do the typical rounded edges this time though. But I might. But I might not.
Buy this print from my shop now, or find me at my next show (Sci-Fest, June 20-21st @Wonderland Mall in San Antonio)
I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!
Welcome to a test run for a new weekly blog segment I’d like to call “Worst Person in the World” Every Tuesday, I’ll be writing about a different type of person I think the world would be better off without. I’ll even throw in a quick illustration of what I see this type of person generally look like in my head.
I could start big with something like, Nazis or Westboro, but those are the easy ones. This segment is meant for something more. I’m really going to dig into real social topics and change the world by weeding out the types of jerks who slip past our everyday radars. This week I’m talking about “Juicies”
What is a “Juicy” you ask? It’s very simple. Someone who uses the word juicy to describe something that is not fruit or even fruit flavored. Here’s an example of an acceptable use of the word: “Wow, this fresh cut pineapple is so juicy and delicious!” Here’s a how NOT to use the word: “Please (insert E! ‘celebrity’ name here), tell us what it’s like to work with (insert other awful E! ‘celebrity’ name here); we want to know all the juicy gossip!”
If you’re using this word in a manner other than describing food, you’re a deficit on society. We no longer need you, as I’m certain you contribute nothing but celebrity gossip, of which we need less of, not more.
I would like to clarify at this point that this is a comedy blog, and in no way am I actually inciting or condoning violence on anyone.
That being said, If by some chance a meteor hit the E! and/or TMZ studios tomorrow, I would rest easier knowing that we no longer had to hear JUICY secrets about what it’s like to work with Ryan Reynolds, or see which Kardashan took JUICY nude photos this week. Also, if you’re someone who’s tuning in to HEAR the juicy gossip, you’re an accessory to the crime. Sure you may not be saying it yourself, but you’re supporting those who do and that mean you’re no better than the Vatican when they turned a blind eye to the Nazis in WWII. AND! I in no way find that to be an over the top example.
This also includes people to listen to the music of Juicy J, people who work and/or shop at Juicy Couture, and women who wear articles of clothing with the word juicy printed on them.
While I have no way of actually finding each and every Juicy and beating them to a pulp (JUICE PUN INTENDED), I can put out some sort of citizen’s APB on these degenerate mushbrains. I have use the latest computer algorithms to produce sample images of what a standard Juicy or Juicy-adjacent may look like. I have utilized top of the line computing to provide a male and female specimen to help keep you further aware when you may encounter a “Juicy”
Figure 1a: The Female “Juicy”
The Female Juicy or “FemJuicy” has notable beady eyes often spaced farther from one another in comparison to that of the average human eye. The cranium is bottom heavy. A moderate to severe under-bite or slack-jaw is often prevalent. The standard femjuciy is often found dwelling in cinder block mounted homes and can be found ingesting its “Stories” a combination of daytime talk shows, celebrity news shows, and soap operas.
More desirable femjucies within the species are often labeled as such with specialty yoga pants denoting their juciy status upon the rump. These femjuicies are most likely venomous, and should be ignored if not destroyed, doing so spares the victim from hours of blathering about outlet mall sales, antivax propaganda, and pseudo-religious remarks whilst belittling others.
Again, this is a computer render produced by complex algorithms based on a sampling of shared traits of femjuicies compiled from years of research from top minds of this field of social research.
Figure 1b: The Male “Juicy”
The Male Juicy is often more foppish in appearance and mannerism, often wearing outlandishly loud bowties, even when modern standards don’t call for such attire. Note the similar eye placement to that of the female.
The male shares a similar interest in celebrity news as well, though often trade out a love for soap operas with a career in personally assisting members of city or state governments.