Author: Dolores

Fierce Miss

Maiden With Shawl. Here be another of those noli me tangere lasses that erupt in my graphic world with comforting regularity. This one is particularly not to be messed with. You can debate with her, though. If your disputation is good & proper she’ll be well pleased and she’ll treat you to Belgian chocolates and one of the little wandering stars that dwell inside her cloak. On the other hand, if your arguing is of the “Russia done it because the Guardian says so., variety… well, good luck to your sorry ass, that’s all I can say; her hounds are relentless -they are terriers and nebulously related to the Cagnolitos of Tindalos, don’t you know.

Please note that she’s not the kind of girl who shaves that which should not be shaved, but to make up for such defiant shamelessness (not to mention the fashion heresy) she has nothing else to hide, except for what she has in her hands, which she keeps well under wraps. A girl must have a secret or two, innit?


Random Ecology

Colombianas. No man may be a hero to his valet but to the Colombian hippos* (Hippopotamus escobarius) gambolling and expanding all along the beautiful Magdalena river, Pablo Escobar certainly is. Me I’m all for hippos anywhere. I’d like to see them in Vicky Park, I would.

A short digression on Pepe Marchena and his delicious invention, the Colombiana. English Flamenco pundits,who like to pontificate on something pretty remote from their emotional frame of reference, are given to demean Marchena and aver, without room for doubt or argument, that he cannot be considered a “Flamenco. and that his creation is not even a genuine “palo., a “canción de ida y vuelta. (yes, look it up by all means). I like to assert, with great glee: To Hell with English Flamenco pundits. A pox on them all.

And here’s your po’ di mu’ for the day and wiki entry about the chubby darlings themselves: (*NB. I know nothing about the reliability of this site but al least it doesn’t demonize the poor wee beasties. There. That deep.)

https://www.livescience.com/cocaine-hippos-boost-colombian-ecosystem.html


Wrong Moves

Migrants. aka Navy Blues. She’d been relatively quiet, lately, but it was only a matter of time before she said and did something utterly outrageous -not to say revolting and probably illegal. But there you have it. You can’t keep a bad woman down. Especially when she has powerful friends watching her back and heaps of mundane right-wingers cheering her along. And you know what’s the “irony.? That if push came to shove her powerful friends and her backers down below wouldn’t move a finger to save her from the ethnic purge.

Have a lovely week, my darlings, heatwave permitting. And never, ever forget: Today is “them.. Tomorrow ! it could be YOU. It’s has happened before.

Have un po’ di mu’, to remind you of the dangers of calling up “that which you cannot put down..


Radioactive Memorial

Hiroshima 75. Here be my favourite Kokeshi doll and the Perpetually Incensed Sprite with a quick reminder of the depths human cruelty can sink to when nobody dares say “Boo!. to the bullies. Now, who was it that said that for evil to succeed all is needed is for good people to keep shtum? Or something to that effect. Obviously not enough god people are saying boo to the geese of war, seeing what’s going on in the world right now. Not to mention the enduring ignorance (wilful or otherwise), the lies and myths and the rubbish “history. that still surround that most ignominious episode. Joseph Goebbels must be in seventh heaven in his little corner of hell, he must: Repeat a lie often enough and loud enough and, hey presto! it will become the truth. One can see that his political children and grandchildren have learnt his lessons well and even improved on them. (China next?) Thank you indentured MSM. You’re doing a grand job. And thank you Edward Sodding Bernays. May you rot in a specially nasty hell for ever and ever and them a bit more.


Wise Counsel

Good Advice. From atop the Subsidiary Mountains of Madness the Palmy Tadpoles are launching a young spore into the big bad world. She’ll travel in great comfort and safety on her sentient Nautilus shell, which will also act as her bodyguard. The young sphere’s grandmother is refreshing her last minute advice on how to navigate the choppy, dicey waters of Late-Days so-called reality. The avatar of all the murdered Palestinian children officiates as chief launcher and well-wisher to the youngster. We wish her all the luck in the world. She’ll need it.


Tea & Sympathy

Have Some Tea. Aka Doom & Gloom in the UK. The kindly Cockney Care Bear is offering tea & sympathy to a poor refugee from the End-Days DisUnited Kingdom. The poor expat is severely traumatized by a recent encounter with the Clown-In-Chief and some of his most sinister and/or moronic stooges, sicari and axe-men (and women!). We wish him a speedy recovery and an easier life in his new sanctuary.


The New Subnormal

Scandal2. Language matters! For the Nth time: corrupt the language = corrupt the mind = corrupt the behaviours. Today it’s “probably. or “almost certainly., tomorrow will be “your neighbour is a controversial (= evil), dangerous witch/terrorist. and out will come the torches and the pitchforks and the public lynchings. And that nice person next door, who normally would never hurt a fly, will be carried away by the tide of rabies and indulge in such abhorrent actions that would frighten the very Great Old Ones our of their dogmatic slumbers.

But it’s no good going on like this. The Holy Guardian (or it twin sister the Daily Mail, or the Sacred New York Times) and the BBC, or the rest of the whorish indentured MSM will propagate this kind of piffle and most people will believe it because…well, they are “prestigious. and “balanced. and “impartial. and they always check their facts (via the highly reputable Bellingcat, of course) and they always, always tell the truth, don’t they?

Have a spiffing week. Soon it might not be possible to have one.


Identity Politics

Identikit2. In these ghastly days of All-Pervading Hysteria and Heightened Sensibilities everyone seems to be running around like headless chickens, and falling over themselves to (pretend to) apologize for something, or flogging sundry dead horses. Or defining themselves -against what is never very clear.

So, for once, as an exception to my excellent guiding principle of “Never Join a Trendy Trend, Never Be Charlie., I’ve decided to join in the fun & games and I have demarcated myself. The inspiration was sent to me by the Mother of Bumba in the middle of the night a few days ago and solidified after a recent conversation with my little brother, for whom this here doodle is, as he’s the only one who’ll get the double in-joke without even breaking sweat.

My LB tells me that along with the taxonomy I also must produce a Mission Statement, a Plan of Action and possibly a mind-catching slogan or two. I’ll try and accommodate.

The Designation, Mission Statement, Action Plan and Catchy Slogan are all in Spanish because is the only language that makes sense in this context. So, for the benefit of the kind half dozen people who follow my graphic rant-o-meter, I have produced some very fast & loose translations.

Definition: Unidad de desatino inasequible al escarmiento. (Unity of nonsense impervious to reprimand))

Mission Statement: Antes muerta! Pur juder. (Sooner dead. Because.)

Plan of Action (temporary & subject to availability): Que les den morcilla! (Let them eat croissants.)

Catchy slogan No. 33½: Absolutamente TODAS las vidas importan .“meno las de Henry Kissinger, Mike Pompeo, Dominic Cummings, Steve Bannon y calaña de este tipo. (Absolutely ALL lives matter .“except Henry Kissinger’s, Mike Pompeo’s, Dominic Cummings’s, Steve Bannon’s and scum of that ilk.)

Have a lovely week


New Oldies

Red Anteater. Aka Brief Encounter VII. For “Auntie. Fran. An unexpected stardust blizzard hits the Not-So-Bad-Lands and causes an abnormal meeting of creatures: the Red Badger, tutelary spirit of the groves, meets an absconded giant anteater. Much puzzlement, initial confusion and eventually spontaneous merrymaking ensues. Tea and coffee are dispensed by the (invisible) dryads and all is fluffy. Have a lovely weekend. And this link is also for Auntie:

https://www.psypost.org/2020/06/psychopathic-traits-linked-to-non-compliance-with-social-distancing-guidelines-amid-the-coronavirus-pandemic-56980


Criminal Waste

Air Farce One.  For my good mate don Ricardo Hinks, alias the Professor, who send me the revealing link in the first place. Look! Even old Mother Chaos is in extra turmoil and Yog-Sothoth is alarmed by such psychopathic display of idiocy. Ay que dolor!… 🙂

The link that originated this here doodle:

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/paint-job-on-boris-johnsons-plane-will-cost-taxpayer-c2-a3900000/ar-BB15CiEQ

And here’s a nice wee link to more of what’s coming:

https://www.psypost.org/2020/06/psychopathic-traits-linked-to-non-compliance-with-social-distancing-guidelines-amid-the-coronavirus-pandemic-56980