JLRoberson
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Some words from the slightly acclaimed cartoonist/writer/painter, maker of LULU, SUZY SPREADWELL, VLADRUSHKA & more. http://www.jlroberson.org http://www.patreon.com/jlroberson Books: Amazon & Google Play Art: https://www.saatchiart.com/jlroberson
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Catch up on #SuzySpreadwell today! Available as a bundle through Google Play...
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#comics #satire #satan #jesus #christian #religion
jlroberson.bsky.social
(among the many other reasons)
Maybe make a nice little crevice where the figures were. That would provide a fun place with a nice view that visitors could rappel to
jlroberson.bsky.social
And everyone needs to remember: no one who is committing these crimes was forced to. Not only did they volunteer they did so for huge bonuses. If they ever say they were just following orders, remember they JUMPED AT THE CHANCE to do this.
They wear masks so they can lie. Remember that.
grahamformaine.bsky.social
We have armed secret police kidnapping people off the street based on the color of their skin.

When we win: we will haul them before a Senate committee. The masks will come off. There will be consequences.
jlroberson.bsky.social
Ben Shapiro: the most classic example of "but the leopards promised my face was safe"
theserfstv.bsky.social
Fascinated how the guy who made superstars of Matt Walsh, Candace Owens, Jordan Peterson, and Michael Knowles thought that unfettered racism and every phobia in existence wouldn't eventually include anti-semitism
Ben Shapiro warns that conspiratorial right is taking over social media
jlroberson.bsky.social
Just have to be careful to keep the damage inside that disgusting gash already inside it. The goal is to wipe out those figures, not further damage Stone Mountain, which IS otherwise quite beautiful. (that being a reason this fucking carving makes me angry)
jlroberson.bsky.social
PS it's kind of weird that in this future where everything from the past has pretty much been forgotten because of the atomic wars in between, they still remember streetcar named desire. He says so, "You've read it"
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jlroberson.bsky.social
Catch up on #SuzySpreadwell today! Available as a bundle through Google Play...
play.google.com/store/books/...
#comics #satire #satan #jesus #christian #religion
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jlroberson.bsky.social
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#comics #art #erotica #satire #parody #soviet #russia
Glory to the tireless artistry of Comrade Vladrushka!
In this record-setting 68th take, the Workers’ Collective of the People’s Erotic Cinema demonstrates unwavering devotion to the perfection of form, rhythm, and collective synchronization. Where lesser directors would settle for bourgeois complacency after a single satisfactory coupling, Comrade Vladrushka demands total ideological alignment between body and camera.

Observe the heroic coordination of Comrades Berlin and London, who, under Vladrushka’s visionary supervision, maintain full productive engagement in all positions of labor. The male element, represented by Comrade Jarman, contributes his raw material with exemplary enthusiasm, ensuring that not a single ideological thrust is wasted.

Through friction, sweat, and the discipline of repetition, the workers achieve not mere pleasure, but the sublime union of flesh and ideology. Take after take, the people’s will hardens! Behold the banquet of the parasites! In their fortress of gold and stained glass, the jackals of capital strip the people’s children, chaining them, blindfolding them, devouring them as meat. They wear the masks of scavenger beasts because that is all they are—hyenas gnawing at the bones of the world. In the center stands Vladrushka, not as victim but as spy among the leeches, bound in ribbons only to conceal her dagger, trading smiles as she measures their weaknesses. Around her, Berlin itself is auctioned like cattle, trussed and handed to the slaughter, a prize for the highest bidder. This is the orgy of the exploiters: blood and lust as contract, humiliation as currency. Yet their feast cannot last—for the workers see, the workers know, and one day the workers will rise and tear down the World Eaters’ club brick by brick, until no trace of their cruelty remains.

In 1996, Vladrushka had one more patriotic duty to perform for the newly capitalist Motherland. So many had lost so much under Boris Yeltsin's drunken, kleptocratic regime, and she made it a point to aid him in this. Accordingly, she and her longtime director Yuri Myshkin devised a plan sure to attract American and European investment in the new Russia.

In a nutshell, what was promised on the poster was indeed the plan: Vladrushka offered to have incredibly detailed sex with the CEOs of a number of western companies in exchange for investment. Obviously Yuri planned to film this, but KGB official Vladimir Putin was enraged when Yuri would not share this with him, planning only to use it for a new film and not for blackmail.

It was at this point Vladrushka and Myshkin were thrown out of Russia forever, beginning her Hollywood years which continue to this day. When the Capitalist meets the Collective, the steam thickens with dialectics!
Within this People's Thermal Efficiency Chamber, Comrade Vladrushka and her international brigade of erotic engineers engage in both industrial negotiation and chemical innovation. Under conditions of heightened perspiration and mild hallucinogenic enhancement, the comrades strive toward mutual investment in the grand dream of Socialist Cinema’s expansion westward.

Note how the exploiters, rendered soft and trembling by heat and guilt, are re-educated through the relentless productivity of the workers’ bodies. Each oscillation of effort becomes a stroke for the Revolution.

Though the capitalist seeks profit, he finds enlightenment instead—in the blinding glow of collective pleasure properly redistributed. The air sizzles with labor, acid, and dialectical moisture.
jlroberson.bsky.social
This is a Klan monument. It was for them, they made it, they paid for it, and I don't think that should be allowed to continue to exist
jlroberson.bsky.social
"He's a man who reduced all the beauty of the world to a small, pickled fish"
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priscillapage.bsky.social
Diane Keaton in her Manhattan apartment with Buster, an Abyssinian, photographed by Jill Krementz in 1977
black & white photograph of young Diane Keaton smiling and standing next to a white refrigerator in a barren-looking kitchen. her cat Buster is crouched on top of the fridge playing with/swatting her hair in the upper right hand corner. she's wearing a long skinny white scarf with a dot-grid pattern, a high-neck white blouse with an ascot/kerchief around the neck, and a black blazer/skirt or blazer dress over what looks like a vest
jlroberson.bsky.social
Watching SLEEPER for the first time in a long while tonight and, besides enjoying her very much, struck by how all the early-70s design being used that as just locations looks nearly futuristic all over again
jlroberson.bsky.social
Google's AI is working just great
jlroberson.bsky.social
No one did better accusation of jejeunosity
mattprigge.bsky.social
One of her finest line readings