Five of you showed up and liked the last little tantrum I wrote about and I trust that zero will show up for this one. Why? Because if you thrive off of life learning pouting bouts from older adults then you must be more crazy than I am.

I hate my craft. It’s long dead thanks to fucking AI. I use AI to manipulate people into giving me money on art communities and Patreon and as long as they’re stupid enough to give me money for shit I made by writing a juvenile prompt “hot muscular man with enormous schlong dancing in the rain with his bodybuilder gay lover . . . ” then so be it. I don’t care. I don’t even have to work at it. No more texture maps, no more rigging. No more fucking contriving a completed scene with actual backgrounds I created myself. Nope. All I need is to tell that stupid AI what to create and it does it for me. I wish I could show you the results but we all know the prudish police on WordPress will flag it and some asshole will get a boner removing it from the website I HAVE TO PAY FOR MYSELF because it violates their Terms of Service ass hole.

How about a little deepfake for ya?

There you go. I said it out loud again. Go cry to your mommy’s and daddy’s if they’re still alive and tell them the big bad meanie guy with the nauseating comic book cover was insensitive. Fuck. I’ve been trying to sell off all my junk in my house and every bottom feeder lowlife in the Portland Oregon area that wants my shit for free has been messaging me. I don’t care if you’re an illegal – get your ass in a car and meet me somewhere close so this $10 book exchange is worth it. Bet me the retard won’t even have cash. He’ll have homemade tamales and expect a trade. What the fuck is this, Tijuana? No. Oh for the record, I’m half Mexican so if I sound racist it’s more I’m disgusted that my heritage is full of brown trash much like the other half of me that’s full of white trash. And here I am – stuck here in the middle with you.

So where does that leave me? Peddling a happy feel good comic book that no one will buy that I wasted $350 printing sitting in boxes on the floor. Yup – be self-employed the pricks said – there’s more freedom if you’re doing every fucking aspect yourself they said. Oh fuck that. I should have pitched the idea to 1903 publishers only to be rejected to the point of suicide. But no. I did it all myself, paid to have the stupid things printed and now all those idiots who claimed they’d show up and buy one didn’t.

Well, three did – My pal Willy. Bird from Kentucky. And Pixkles from Australia. And those three people make the rest of the assholes who claimed they’d support look like the sour limp dicks they are and they know it. Even my viewership on Youtube is dropping off ’cause I won’t stream such fucked up video games like Fortnite (a children’s game), and other games I won’t be caught dead playing. Social media is such bullshit and you know it – I know it – but we still play the game hoping one day I’ll get my 100k likes or my 3million watch hours (right) and I can get $.00000003 in revenue from these shit shows.

Well, I’ve bitched enough today. Maybe I’ll do it again tomorrow. Just know I’m not going to stop being angry, vocal or vulgar. I have too much life in me and not enough compromise.


Ben (aka that’s not my name)