“Leap (Plus Banter)” by Richard F. Yates

So!!!! Today is Monday, 5th August, 2019—and I’m making this DAY ONE of my PRODUCTIVITY PLAN. I’ve been…SLOTHFUL…as of late, but I’m done being slug-like and instead going to be much more erratic and buzzy, like a drunken hornet with tons of energy and only a vague sense of direction. (I think this will pay off in the long run.)

I work the closing shift tonight, but tomorrow, I’m planning on producing a nice, lengthy post about my family and my adventures at Long Beach, Washington, over the last weekend. I took a great many photos, and as soon as I cut most of the blurriest ones, I’ll implant the remaining few into a BLOW-BY-BLOW account of our journey. Hopefully, it will capture some of the fun we had.

Meanwhile, so that you don’t just have these possibly empty promises to look at, here is the comic sequence I posted this morning on my Steemit.com blog! Enjoy! —RFY

“Leap” by Richard F. Yates

My superhero balloon guy spots a dastardly deed while standing on top of a building! Heroically, he leaps from his perch and dives towards the street below. At the last moment, he flips to land on his….let’s say “feet,” even though we know he’s only a stickman with a balloon head. BUT he miscalculates the angle of the landing, hits the ground a bit too hard…and suffers…consequences….


[Ink on reclaimed cardboard with digital embellishments and color. 2019.]

—Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)



“Read a Damn Book – 152: Cinderalla”

I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately with too many big projects and lots of “going” and “doing.” (I’m a bit of a homebody.) So, to help counteract all my PROJECT ANXIETY, I thought I’d read something quick and fun and entertaining… Why, how about this lovely, little manga title based on a classic fairy tale. That should be a nice, relaxing, little read, right? (Maybe, if you’re a fan of horrific, psychedelic, creepy weirdness…)

[This is a photograph that I took of the actual book that I read. The image is included for review purposes only!]

Junko Mizuno – Cinderalla (2002)

Junko Mizuno’s retelling of the well known Cinderella story, (Mizuno’s version is spelled slightly differently—I’m not sure if that’s to avoid copyright infringement issues), was originally published in 2000 in Japan, came to the U.S., thanks to Viz Comics, in 2002, (translated by Yuji Oniki), and the version that I read was a 2006 FOURTH edition printing, so the book has done quite well. The original story, probably most well known in the U.S. from the Disney cartoon, is about a girl who is made a virtual slave in her own home by her wicked stepmother after her father dies, but is helped to gain her “happily-ever-after” by a Fairy Godmother and a magic glass slipper. But did you ever watch this wholesome family classic and think to yourself, “You know what this story needs? It needs a giant rat, and some zombies, and scenes of graphic bodily dismemberment (the original Grimm’s folktale was much bloodier than the Disney version), and lots of naked breasts…” If THAT is the version of this story that you’ve always wanted, then you’re in luck, because Junko Mizuno has got you covered!

Mizuno’s art style, as the cover would suggest, is extremely sweet and cutesy, not unlike American fare, such as The Powerpuff Girls or Strawberry Shortcake. However, there is a DARKER element to her work than most American storytellers would be willing to explore. Look again at that cover, closely this time, and you’ll notice that one of the little birds has a BITE taken out of its skull and that the little black creatures in the girl’s hair are RATS! As I mentioned in the previous paragraph, Mizuno also loves to depict her female characters topless (for some reason), and in almost every panel something (often a character’s mouth) will be dripping with some fluid. Creepy characters abound, with bizarre, often perverse, motives—and although there isn’t a LOT of violence in the story, there are a few scenes where different characters are grotesquely mutilated, and although the cutesy style masks the effects, somewhat, it’s still quite gruesome and icky when it happens. (In this sense the book reminds me, a LOT, of Osamu Tezuka’s Metropolis, which was also very kidsy-looking but had scenes that were incredibly gruesome and violent along with the cartoon laughs.)

The basic plot of this version of the tale is that Cinderalla works, happily, at the restaurant that her father owns, and her father’s yakitori sauce is famous and draws huge crowds to their shop. Things are going great, until Cinderalla’s father dies. Given some advice from a rat, Cinderalla goes to the graveyard where her father is buried, after dark, and discovers that all the residents rise in the night as zombies. She brings her father home, so that he can continue cooking yakitori chicken, but they are followed by some other zombies, a mother and her two daughters, and Cinderalla’s father falls instantly in love and marries the zombie mother.

From here, things get weird…

Essentially, Cinderalla is enslaved in her own home, trying to keep up with the demands of her new zombie family, and the “Prince” from the original fairy tale is recast as a famous zombie singer, who Cinderalla falls in love with as soon as she sees him—but when she tries to go to his concert, she is told that only zombies are allowed in and that living folks aren’t invited!

Thus, Cinderalla’s wish from her Fairy Godmother is that she be turned into a zombie so she can attend the Prince’s show! And, instead of losing a glass slipper as she’s running home at sunrise (when she’s scheduled to become a living human again), she leaves behind an EYEBALL instead!

As I’ve mentioned, the book is cutesy, but VERY dark, sick, brutal, and unsettling. In other words, I LOVED IT! I’d read this story several years ago, but I didn’t remember just how weird and creepy it was until I reread it yesterday. The book is beautifully illustrated, Mizuno’s lines being somehow stylized and delicate, yet thick and grotesque and creepy all at the same time. And there’s probably some kind of jarring psychological effect that takes place when we see something displayed in the “STYLE” of children’s work, but reflecting these dark, demented, ADULT themes and occurrences. It’s unsettling—and extremely pleasing (to a dark, demented brain like mine.) The book is also incredibly funny and drenched in twisted folklore and mythological tropes.

It should be obvious that this book is not for kids (it does have a “mature readers” warning on the back), but I want to reiterate this fact. The book is DISTURBING. It’s full of nudity, sexual situations (Cinderalla’s new stepmother used to work in a strip club!), disturbing scenes of bondage and dismemberment, and freaky, nightmarish moments that will cause even the heartiest folks to cringe, (at least a little bit.) However, the book IS mostly played for laughs, and I get the impression that the extreme violence and weird nudity is meant to be chuckled at more than it’s meant to disgust. I appreciate when a classic story gets twisted and reinterpreted, and Mizuno’s take on this classic fairy tale is a real DOOZEY! In many ways, it’s closer to the darker, original Grimm’s version than the Disney take is, even if the details are more spooky, gothy, and supernatural in form. When I did a little research before writing this review, I noticed that Mizuno has written a BUNCH of stuff since this book came out, including a reinterpretation of Hansel & Gretel and something called Hell Babies! Yeah, I’ve got some new books to look for…

In the meantime, KEEP READING! It’s good for you… And if you read anything super-cool or super-creepy, let me know! I’m always looking for new books to review!

Later skaters!

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Holy Fool)



“Crypto Art for the End of July (New Work Available at MakersPlace!)” by Richard F. Yates


Some of you may be new to all this stuff (like me), so here is my quick attempt at explaining what Crypto-Art is all about. Crypto-Art is a neat new thing where artists can put their initials on a piece of digital art and make certifiably rare digital works that are provably theirs and provably unique, thanks to blockchain technology. Have you ever seen a hilarious meme and said to yourself, “This is brilliant! I wonder who made it?” With Crypto-Art, each work is “signed” by the artist, and the person who makes that piece of digital art not only gets credit for what they’re created, they can also make a bit of cryptocurrency for their work as well (if it sells—and so far, a lot of Crypto-Art has been selling to some forward thinking digital art collectors! Some pieces have even sold for OUTRAGEOUS amounts of money, including “The Forever Rose” by Kevin Abosch, which sold at auction in 2018 for a million bucks!) Crypto-Art protects a creator’s rights to their work, allows collectors to verify the authenticity of their collections, and let’s weirdos like me make strange things and get them in front of sympathetic audiences, even though that potential audience might be on the other side of the globe. (It IS a globe, by the way, not a goddam disk…) Yeah, Crypto-Art is great!


Aesthetics is the philosophy of beauty (or, probably a more useful definition, the discussion around what makes one thing beautiful and appealing and some other thing ugly and unappealing or even repulsive.) My PERSONAL aesthetic has been influenced by my life experiences (as well as some of that predetermined, genetically programmed, mental bullshit—go read Steven Pinker’s The Blank Slate for more information on this stuff. It’s thought-provoking and definitely worth a read.) I grew up liking monster movies and The Twilight Zone and comic books and video games and New Wave music videos and skateboarding magazines and punk rock art, and later on I got into Dada and Situationism and Fluxus and comparative religion studies and anthropology and magic and Postal Art and collage and zine culture, and I think ALL of these influences are reflected in the art that I make.

When you look at what I’ve created, it might seem ugly and cluttered and simplistic and child-like—because it IS all of those things—but that’s also intentional. I’m exploring the liminal realm between immediate production and deep concept—dream and memory and time and imagination and death. I’m collapsing my literary and artist urges together into these weird STORY / ART SKETCHES. (Think Dada Poetry meets Surrealist Automatic Drawing. Or, if you’ve never heard of these things, go look them up and read about them—they’re fascinating and weird and funny topics to discover—once you’ve got the gist of those concepts under your hat, THEN think about them while looking at my junk.)

I’m not precious about any of my individual works—they’re all momentary impulses, quick creations that reflect strange thoughts at the moment my hand produces those particular lines. Flash hypotheses. It’s all experiment. (Some are more pleasing than others, but they are ALL just explorations—a “thinking through” of a particular concept, sometimes a concept that’s half formed, but exploded once I put the WORDS with the IMAGES. Each piece (however bad or wonderful) is just another step on the journey through my headspace.)

Hopefully, that makes at least SOME sense!


Each of the works exhibited below is being made available in a single edition of ONE. First come. First served. Over and done and no reprints! Unless you love battling crazy collectors on the secondary market (who always charge a million times the original asking price), it would be in your best interest to snatch these pieces up while they’re still cheap! (I won’t live forever, and once I keel over, the prices are going to go into overdrive, perhaps even “Interstellar Overdrive”—you never know…) I have a great many (far too many to calculate—like over 50, I think—I lost count after ten when I ran out of fingers) pieces of crypto art for YOUR viewing—and perhaps COLLECTING—pleasure at MY MAKERSPLACE STORE (and, yes, I have sold several pieces already, including one design that is complete gone, SOLD OUT, and no longer available for purchase, unless you can sweet talk a collector!) Don’t be the only kid on the block without the hottest new toys! RARE DIGITAL ARTWORKS! (Cooler than a Yo-Yo!)

Below are my four most recent crypto-art crimes, along with some words of “explanation,” which are meant to enhance the viewer’s enjoyment of each piece. (That’s the plan, at least…)


“tEChNiQuE” by Richard F. Yates

Do you recall our little wisdom seeker, Orion, who we met a few weeks ago attempting to acquire a bit of personal enlightenment on a busy mountain top? Well, he’s back, and this time, he’s decided that “SELF KNOWLEDGE” and enlightenment might come through artistic practice.


He’s attempted to FIND HIMSELF in his work—but his work is messy and confused and a bit ugly… Rather than think of HIMSELF as messy and confused and a bit ugly, Orion has made a classic blunder and chosen, instead, to believe that ART may be a dead end. (The fool… The poor deluded fool…)

(For a wisdom seeker, he sure can’t seem to find much wisdom, mostly because he can’t RECOGNIZE it when he finds it. Wisdom rarely looks like we EXPECT it to look.)

Luckily, Orion has managed to attract the attention of a Winged Serpent, who will hopefully be able to PUSH the intrepid internal traveler towards a rewarding technique to calm his internal turmoil.

I appreciate Orion’s distress. We seem to be living in a potentially EMPTY age, but as with all ages, there are worthwhile thoughts to be thunk (both born in the modern era and those remaining from antiquity) if he can just be persuaded to engage with them. If he’ll listen to the Winged One, he may come to understand that the goal he is pursuing isn’t an END in and of itself, a magic phrase or chunk of esoteric knowledge that once learned grants the possessor access to some COSMIC SECRET, but is instead a PROCESS—a PERSPECTIVE—which allows the traveler to enjoy the JOURNEY. (Winged Serpents are brilliant—but people tend to ignore wisdom if it doesn’t match their expectations, even when those expectations are flawed and incomplete.)

MORAL TO THE STORY: Always listen to the snake, and make art even if it’s ugly! You’ll be better off in the end…

—Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool—And Fan of the Fang)


“Notebook Ghost”

Oh, Notebook Ghost, don’t look so distressed. You’re DEAD! What could you possibly have to worry about? I mean, time, sure… Time is a tricky bitch. That’s absolutely for certain—and I’m willing to bet it’s even weirder once you’re spectral—but don’t be glum, chum! It may be July, still, in your drawing, but it won’t be July FOREVER. (In fact, for me, this is the LAST DAY of July. The FINAL day of July 2019… Probably, for many OTHER FOLKS, July is already long gone…)

But I suppose that isn’t true for you, is it… I suppose, FOR YOU, it will always be XX July, since you’re stuck on that page, stuck in that piece of dated artwork, perpetually, until the Sun gets mean and goes mad and turns SUPERNOVA and obliterates this entire section of the solar system… Then it won’t be July for ANYONE anymore (even if there’s still a few ANYONES left alive—or adead—floating away from the fiery cataclysm that was our home planet in whatever tin vehicles they’ve scraped together to flee the destruction…)

But, until then, I guess, it WILL always be July for you. Sorry. I’ve doomed you to FOREVER SUMMER… That means no Halloween… (Damn…) A ghost who never gets to experience Halloween ever again. GAWD… I’m an evil bastard—wielding my powers of creation in arbitrary slashes, like a kid with a samurai sword, without even considering the possible consequences… Heartless… Heartless… If I had any compassion at all, I’d tear your page out of my notebook and burn it, so as to release you from your imprisonment—but I’m a cruel creator. I’ve finished your page—I’ve written on the other side, already—and I NEVER (willingly or intentionally) throw away words or artwork. (However BAD or pointless they may be. You never know when some little bit of nonsense might come in handy!)

I’m sorry Notebook Ghost. I truly am. But you’re stuck in July for the rest of my life—perhaps for the rest of the solar system’s existence. But YOU’RE DEAD! Try to enjoy your spirithood. There are lots of other ghosts and monsters to chat with in my notebook, so you won’t be lonely… And, believe it or not, you’re even going to be put up onto the internet as a piece of crypto-art, (I’ll tell you what that means later), so maybe you can haunt your way around the entire world by creeping through the phone lines and cellular emanations, if you feel like it. It’s up to you, really. (Us creator types like to give our little creations a few obstacles to overcome. Makes you stronger, in the end!) Okay, little ghost, it’s up to you to sink or swim on your own from here, so—GO BE SPOOKY!

—Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool—and Heartless Bastard)


“The Mists of Time… (Or Weird, Spiraling Tunnel of Time…)”

[From the image itself]:
“The mists of time can’t be used to freshen the leaves of plants in the greenhouse of life…” [Whatever the hell that might mean…]

[The “sales pitch” from my MakesPlace store]:
Greetings Citizens! This here piece was originally drawn with ink on a piece of reclaimed cardboard. After a few nanoseconds of contemplation, the drawing was digitized, tweaked, and modified, then colored using standard electronic magic. The final version feels, to me (although who am I to interpret this—creators are usually woefully naive about their own works), …feels, to me, like a representation of the intersection of time and memory.

Time might be a spiral—or it might be a straight line that SEEMS like a spiral to most of us because we are spinning and tumbling down its infinite depths. Memory, which far too many folks believe works like a video tape that we can pause and rewind and play back at our leisure, is more like looking into a blender full of photographs. The bigger, more important images will float at the top, but they are constantly being chipped away at by the blades of time at the bottom of the mental mixing machine, which eventually makes a slurry out of all the bits and pieces of the experiences we’ve lived through. We can TRY to recreate individual memories from the torn and tattered remains of the images in our heads, but we’re probably going to get bits wrong and conflate, combine, and confuse shit, but CONVINCE ourselves that we’re remembering right.

I keep journals—journals going all the way back to the 1970s—and many of the things that I REMEMBER aren’t always supported by my written notes or the few photographs from my past that I still have. We don’t REMEMBER the past, so much as we RETELL it—we CREATE a new STORY of the past based on fragments and guesses and interpretations, often exaggerated, conflated, and sometimes just wrong—but we convince ourselves that these MEMORIES are true.

In my drawing, I have repetitions and fragments and creatures merging and splintering. This is time at work. I also have a “professor” (who believes he is somehow OUTSIDE OF TIME, but isn’t) telling us some funky piece of pseudo-wisdom (confused and corrupted) that almost seems to make sense, but also doesn’t—but that’s fine. We just need to know enough to keep moving forward….


Time is cruel. (Actually, worse than cruel: Time is INDIFFERENT.) Memory is incomplete and crumbles, quickly and irretrievably. ART, on the other hand, lets us MAKE FUN of our inadequacies, and it sometimes even has pretty colors and MONSTERS in it, which are cool. (Hopefully, I’ve depressed you in an entertaining way with this piece! To me, it’s pretty funny…or I think I remember it being funny… Now, I’m not so sure that I’m recalling that correctly… Oh well…)

—Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool—and confessed possessor of a terrible memory, hence his need for notebooks and journals!)


“Lounging Fire Spirit (Menaced by Metal Skewers)”

It’s pretty rare to get photographic evidence of fire spirits (there were two in our fire pit when I grabbed my phone, but the second one saw what I was up to and disapparated just as I was snapping my pic—notice the very end of her tail above the other spirits’ head), but in this photo, we can clearly see a little fellow astride a flaming hunk of wood. He doesn’t seem overly keen on my daughter’s metal skewers poking at his guts—but I can understand that.

Always remember, when camping or enjoying a bit of the old bar-b-cue, to drop a bit of food INTO the fire for the hungry little fire spirits. (I don’t know if they can actually EAT human food, but they seem to appreciate the sacrifice, nonetheless. And, believe me, it pays to have an elemental or two on your side!)

This has been another Shamanistic moment with your host, Richard F. Yates (a Level SIX Holy Fool…) Thanks for stopping by!


Okay kiddies, that’s all we have time for THIS WEEK! (Besides, my back is getting sore from sitting in this chair and typing. I need to take a break!) Don’t forget to visit my MakersPlace store to check out these pieces as well as the BUNCHES of other artwork and weird words I have plastered all over that piece of digital real estate! And make sure to check out all the OTHER artists who have artwork up on the site, as well. (Some of them are REAL artists and not just punk-rock-philosophers with too much time on their hands and not enough shame for their own good!) Right? Sure. Now get the hell out of here! (Ha!)

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Holy Fool)



“No Exit” by Richard F. Yates

This is a digitally modified photo I took, recently, (at the Cowlitz County Fair) of a “dark ride” (which seemed to have some minor rollercoaster elements to it.) I didn’t catch the NAME of the ride, but I loved the blacklight effects and the “horror show” aesthetic. Unfortunately, I didn’t TRY the ride, but it seemed like it would be a great potential “sinister” porthole into a spooky story, so with my digital modifications, I tried to bump up the “horror” elements and imply an unhappy ending to whole affair!

—Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)

“NON-COM-ARTS (A Community for That OTHER Kind of Art)” by Richard F. Yates

[I originally posted this on my Steemit.com blog on the 10th of July, 2019. It was the initial SEED from which this project has sprouted. The concept came from the relatively recent invention of TOKENS and COMMUNITIES based on the Steem Engine, a THING that let’s people create new crypto-currency tokens on the STEEM blockchain. (I really don’t know how this stuff works. I’m new to the crypto world, but I’m intrigued by the possibilities!) With these tokens, various communities have been built around specific interests, like art or nerd culture or investing or marijuana, and the members of these communities use various tags to signal that a post is intended for that specific community, and they can recognize fellow members of their communities and use their group’s tokens to reward content that fits within the group’s parameters. It’s interesting. Like I mentioned above, I’m not in any way clear on HOW this stuff works (in a programming sense), but I think I get WHY people are doing it. They can share their interests and support good content with crypto-currency. THIS blog, the NON-COM-ARTS blog, is one doorway, one touch-point, where this kind of community might form and grow. (I have hopes and dreams… We’ll see how they pan out.) Here are my original thoughts for the type of community that I’m envisioning!]:

I’ve seen a ton of “communities” popping up lately, complete with their own tokens and Discord chats and hashtags for posts—and I would like to hypothesize the NEED for the existence of ANOTHER one:



I’m suggesting the need for a place where people who are creating punky, personal, raw/rough, not-necessarily-commercially motivated, experimental, creative works, whether cartoons, zines, collages, music, poetry, performance, digital/crypto art, weirdo memes, or any other stuff that you wouldn’t necessarily find in a gallery or museum or for sale in a sea-side beach shop, can “get together” and discuss making NON-COM-ART.

I wish I knew how to make a token and start a chat thing and gather like-minded persons together—because I would love to start a coin (for supporting artists of all stripes…and plaids) and a Discord chat and to have meet-ups in Portland, Oregon, every three months or so where we discuss zines and insurrection and cartooning and screen printing techniques and culture jamming and graffiti (followed by drinks at a nightclub that plays GOOD 80’s music, like Cabaret Voltaire and The Human League and Eurythmics and The Cure, but NOT Bruce Springsteen or Bon Jovi…)

Communities are GREAT when people are sharing ideas, bouncing off each other’s work, responding, inspiring, cross-pollinating, maybe competing a bit and trying to out-do each other (in a non-threatening way…)

My favorite art movements have always been outrageous and (initially) less focused on commercial interests: Dada, Fluxus, Situationists, Mail Art, Beats, Punk, Underground Comics, Subgeniuses, Discordians, early Hip-Hop, Bizarro Lit, and early Zine culture… AND, I could arguably add early BLOG and MEME creators to this list and not feel too self-conscious about it.

These groups integrated a variety of media: literature and maga/zines, music, performance, fashion, philosophy… and they frequently had multiple (sometimes clashing) personalities doing individualistic / iconoclastic work—which sometimes lead to schisms (Surrealism slimed its way out of Dada, and punk splintered into hardcore, new wave, post-punk, ska, and retro-rock styles.) But the ENERGY AND EXCITEMENT that came from these transgressive movements inspired a ton of interesting, culturally significant, massively influential works of art (before being re-absorbed into the commercial machine.)

I’m not against people making money from art or creative work—I’m VERY pro that—but I’m also painfully aware of the fact that SOME people create art and write words that aren’t going to be sellable in a traditional marketplace. THESE folks need a place to talk tactics, share idiosyncratic work, and support one another—plus, I’d love having an easy way to FIND weirdo art that has a subversive, punky, outsider, indie, raw, scratchy, disturbing flavor to it!

The NON-COM-ART! All in one place! Am I the only one who thinks this would be nifty???

If not, let me know! Maybe “we” could use #noncomarts as a tag to make it easier to find cool stuff… If someone knows how to make a chat thing, I’d also be interested in sharing influences and personal creations and seeing other folks’ work in that format, too.

[With the three images I included in this piece, I’m tracing the evolution of this drawing, originally ink on paper—a page from my notebook—which I photographed and cropped a bit. The middle image is from after I applied a filter to the drawing, called “cartoon,” that pumps up the thicker lines and bleaches out a lot of the color from the image. The top drawing is the finished work, after I’d messed with it a bit and added colors using a free app on my phone called “Sketch.” I like using this process because it creates a “fuzzy,” “noisy,” almost dirty finished product, but with bright colors and odd textures. I’m not a big fan of clean, “commercial” art that looks like it could be used to sell some kind of product or kids’ books. I want an image that has a feel similar to the old Punk Rock Concert posters that I loved when I was a kid. They always looked like they’d been quickly thrown together, photocopied, with maybe a bit of collage added, and a few snotty words—just a solid, unpleasant, grimy looking work! I think my ink to digital process gives me a similar aesthetic to (what I remember of) those great, old, ’80’s creations.]

If you have any ideas or strategies or theories that might help spread the Non-Com-Arts concept, don’t hesitate to leave a comment or send me a message. I’d love to hear your thoughts! (Yes, YOURS! Specifically YOU! Quit looking over your shoulder and face facts. This is YOUR revolution, which you can choose to jump in on or ignore. Remember the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, and make the right choice!!!)

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Holy Fool)



Who? What? When? Where? Why???

I’ve been around the block. I’ve seen the ugly places. The burnt out shacks in the alleys. The overturned dumpsters. The forgotten gardens and ivy-covered fences and rusting cars on blocks behind the garage. These things ain’t always pretty… (Symbols rarely are…)

There is something SICK going on—several somethings: racism, greed, ignorance, intolerance, bigotry, homophobia, sexism, and the wholesale destruction of the very planet on which we depend (at least slightly) for our survival. These ugly places, these horrible actions, these awful concepts NEED to be called out, NEED to be challenged.

Critical thinking, appreciation of differences, acceptance of REAL, provable, scientific fact and reason NEED to be promoted—and artists and writers and activists and REBELS should be at the forefront of this movement.

…And my old blog was full. Seriously. I didn’t know that was a thing that could happen, but after seven years of stories and art and nonsense, it was put to rest—and this new creation, this new GOLEM, new CREATURE (sewn together from the various parts of the corpses of other blogs and animated by a bolt of lightning), will be a platform for CONTINUING the promotion of REASON, CRITICAL THINKING, HUMOR, TOLERANCE, and UNITY!

WHO? – Richard F. Yates (Writer, Artist, Editor, Instigator, Holy Fool) and (hopefully) many others…


WHEN? – NOW!!! (As of 27 July 2019, this shit’s underway…)

WHERE? – Global (Thanks to the internet. No borders. No boundaries. No bullshit—unless it’s funny.)

WHY??? – Because the EVIL EMPIRE (who are actually just greedy people who care more about making money than they do the rights of the creatures on this planet) need to be put in their place (and that “place” is the history books. End the awfulness.)

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Holy Fool)



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