Sci-Fi Artwork of Francisco Badilla
Link to the outrageously cool Artstation page for concept artist Francisco Badilla.
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09, 2015
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09, 2015
Sept 11th artwork “Remembering 911” by Tom Hutchinson
Recessional by Rudyard Kipling
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Written in 1897 by Rudyard Kipling. Sept 11, artwork “Remembering 911” by Tom Hutchinson
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07, 2015
4th of July 2015
Happy Fourth of July America!
The only holiday where you are encouraged to drink booze and handle explosives. Booyah!
Loschaos salutes the United States Military. Freedom of religion. Freedom of the press. Freedom itself is not free and this we must defend until the dawn’s early light.
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11, 2014
Putin Named Crime Magazine Cretin of the Year
For “Crimes Against Humanity” as a forethought before breakfast. For killing the innocent as if they were flies stuck to flypaper. For the wholesale slaughter and destroyer of the dreams of a newly awakened free people of Ukraine, Crime Magazine names you Vlad the Impaler Putler Dickhead Cretin of the Year. You Sir are to be admired. You make the Grinch seem like a daycare provider, Hitler a wet nurse nanny, and sea slugs all around good guys. For robbing your country blind and the same time making your citizen sheep bow before you as if you are some sort of demigod, I give my last piece of bacon oh great pestilence of the gaseous wind. For making the most hardened criminal seem a babe shot straight out of the vaginal womb of the drunken darkness of stolen history, I bow to you my dark prince.
Blarg Hunter spins and stabs a Bowie Knife deep into the Oak table in front of him. “This reminds me of the motto of the 11th Cavalry division in Vietnam – “Find the Bastards – Then Pile On.” Why the hell didn’t I vote for McCain?
Blarg Hunter – Norfkin World News
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11, 2014
Honoring Veterans Day 2014
SONNET
by: Wilfred Owen
Written as Wilfred was watching field artillery in action in World War 1.
Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Great Gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse;
Sway steep against them, and for years rehearse
Huge imprecations like a blasting charm!
Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm,
And beat it down before its sins grow worse.
Spend our resentment, cannon — yea, disburse
Our gold in shapes of flame, our breaths in storm.
Yet, for men’s sakes whom thy vast malison
Must wither innocent of enmity,
Be not withdrawn, dark arm, they spoilure done,
Safe to the bosom of our prosperity.
But when thy spell be cast complete and whole,
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!