It's been a real long time since I did any art born of bitterness.

Something in common between policy and medicine- they define wellness as the absence of an immediately critical condition. If you keep trying to stack on these quick-fix-it patches for a bigger problem, you end up with nothing but a scarred wreck. Apparently it's less work to scramble to find a solution that doesn't work, only to do the whole damn thing all over again, than it is to keep an eye on the situation the whole time and prevent a fiasco from happening in the first place. Well, one of them involves sitting on your hands most of the time. And Congress does a bang-up job of this whenever pork or campaigning isn't involved.

The black thing is some sort of fueling tube.

Drawing this felt good. I got some cold rage out of my system.

Oh, and there's no watermark on this one because I don't want to ruin the effect. But I'll have you know that if you repost any of my work without my permission, I'll personally bust in your legs so that you'll stand like a flamingo for the rest of your life.