Greetings From Walter Reed - Front (2020)
(As written in 2020):
Started on this one last Friday afternoon, while watching this canker sore sailing away from the White House to Walter Reed. In the days since, any compunction I might have felt about appearing unsympathetic have disappeared as thoroughly as American exceptionalism.
I feel no sympathy and won't pretend otherwise. My grief is for a nation held hostage. My sympathies lie with his victims. My hope is that Trumpism dies when he does, and goes down choking and gurgling.
Greetings From Walter Reed - Right Front Oblique (2020)
That is Waste-Away brand fishtank cleaner pumping into his brain. The syringe of course is full of bleach, and he may or may not have a UV light shoved up his ass, I can't say.
Greetings From Walter Reed - Right Rear Oblique (2020)
I was able to fly through this impromptu project because I already had his head and a body (although both took some reworking), and I'd made the toilet back when he was first blabbering about shooting bleach. I also had the tiki torches, hand and Sharpie from last year's Trump Roast project, and the flags are on loan from my school shooter piece, The Arc of the Moral Universe. Much of it got tweaked a bit, but recycling made it possible. It's by far the fastest I've ever put something this complex together, and I'm pretty happy, I've got to say.
Now, if he'd just go away.
Greetings From Walter Reed - Left Rear Oblique (2020)
213,758 dead, as of last Sunday, I believe. Yet somebody somewhere actually believes this monster has honest intentions.
Greetings From Walter Reed - Left Front Oblique (2020)
My idea here is that we are witness to this fucker's final breath. He's leaving the world as he inhabited it - without grace or basic humanity. He's sailing away on a golden toilet, surrounded by that which defines him - ugly wealth, disgusting privilege, lies, lies and more lies (as evidenced by his weather changing Sharpie), cruelty, racism, xenophobia, and above all, monstrous stupidity.
That's my middle finger in the back (or yours, if you prefer), seeing him off to Hell.
That's my middle finger in the back (or yours, if you prefer), seeing him off to Hell.
Nazi Death Toilet (2020)
What can I say about it? It's a Nazi death toilet.
Nazi Death Toilet (2020)
One day to be on public display in the Donald J. Trump Memorial Library for Racists Who Dont Read Good and Wanna Learn How To Do Other Stuff Good Too.
