Two Paintings Before Getting Nuked, Six After Not Getting Nuked, and a Real Bummer
April is in and my energy is rocketing. I feel like I’m moving in several directions at once. Usually this stops me in my tracks in frustration and an eventual bout with ennui. But not this week. It helps that the U.S. President, along with the rest of my government, threatened to kill every one of us with a tweet. It got me on my toes and released a tremendous cache of latent winter energy till I was nearly flying. People write on social media asking what us Americans are gonna do about a dying mafia government wanting to go out with a bang. I tell them I don’t know, but will trade a painting for a rocket launcher. Do any other governments with actual budgets (I’m just a poor artist) have secret weapons to launch at D.C.? Maybe the other nuclear-armed states are just as rogue, but kinder and gentler like all U.S. Presidents who came before Psycho-raper killer Donald, and murdered populations with a smile and a kind word.
Anyway, I also made the following painting the day before the Psycho-raper killer Donald lifted his nuclear threat to 92 million people, and the multitudes breathing air all around and everywhere:
Then Tuesday night Psycho-raper killer Donald, along with the blessings of a feckless legislature and cowardly military, spared us the Armageddon Blues for the time being, until he’s bored after nap time tomorrow. I slept with one eye open and woke up at five in the morning, painting until I stopped.
Finally, the garlic I planted on Halloween is sprouting to the sun. I’m also in spring cleaning mode and found an old painted rock in the studio that could second as a shale premonition. I think humans will 86 our species with nukes long before the sea rises over Miami. Yesterday was just a preview of what is inevitable because of human beings. Nukes exist, so they will get used. Lake Agassiz was a massive lake formed in North America 10,000 years ago from a melting ice sheet. I actually wish that drippy wet nuisance was the greatest threat in store for us. The dire effects of global warming would be an ease to confront compared to what is actually storming down the pike. After this month’s normalization of nuke use by our national leaders (not just Trump), I expect many nuclear buttons pressed in my lifetime. Hippos and parrots breeding at the poles still means life on earth after a 50 meter sea rise. We won’t be quite as fortunate with nuclear winter. Mustard greens and human babies don’t grow on beds of strontium-90. Not at any latitude.
What can we do about it?
I think you know what we can do about it.
