Who
is... Donna Barr? Donna
Barr has been drawing since 1954, writing since 1962, published since 1986,
and publishing since 1996.
She has a Bachelors' Degree in German, and
is a veteran of the United States Army (1970-1973).
Readers worldwide
follower her THE DESERT PEACH, STINZ, BOSOM ENEMIES, HADER
AND THE COLONEL, among others.
She is recognized by her peers as
a pioneer in the field of drawn books and their use in new technologies of distribution
and reproduction. She is a contributor to the world's largest webcomics site,
moderntales.com, and its affiliate
sites.
She achieved her lifetime career goal in 2004 when her life's
work -- past, present and future -- has been accepted as part of the San Diego
State University's Library's Special Collection, and will be available to students
and professors for research, and to the public for exhibits.
She can
be emailed at barr at stinz dot com (remove spam barriers). She answers. Keep
the sentences short.
First we have a shirt that will stir up problems for Islam and NAMBLA. You Christians can stop feeling smug; I hate all religious people, and I hate guys who fuck little boys and then lets straight America scapegoat the gay community. Priests and boy-buggers are all about the sexual control of other people, so put them in the same boat and pull the bilge drain.
(As a sideline: Wikipedia actually is about everything, including plungers). I found that out by looking up the NAMBLA site. First one who figures that thread out gets public recognition that you are such a nerd.)
Pretty templates I didn't hardly work at with books at Lulu.
My website now says "My readers are my pimps." It links to the blog called Uberpimp. You can email me stuff you've done to sell my books. I'll put it up with all the spelling mistakes; especially if their ar spelin misstaks.
There. Now Google will block this column into China. Which is just as well, because who needs to mess up the nice Asian people's heads? They can safely go back to making Tiger and Dragon Soup and freaking out over bird flu. And aborting their girl children. Don't get me wrong: I'm all for that; the fewer homo bacteria on the planet the better. Men can't have children, so you can slaughter all of those in a war you want, and it will have no effect on the future. To paraphrase Carla Speed McNeil in Finder, if you want to clean out a population, get the females. You need to follow that policy in Iraq, guys; you can't stop any war until you kill off the production base, and the production base of an insurgency is the human womb. You'd think America, that KNOWS how to murder whole populations, would remember the lessons of its own colonization and growth. Talk about forgetting the lessons of the past.
What? You think I'm going to talk about any commie books that don't address actual human political structures? I'm going to pay attention to books about President Chelsea or lesbian Amazons out to get one guy? "OOOOOH, scary! The women are in control! They'll treat us like we treat them!!!" Come on, if the guys all disappeared tomorrow, we womenfolks would mourn over our own missing males, our sons and husbands and lovers and drinkin' buddies. Then we'd roll up our sleeves and get back to work, and you would quickly fade from our memories. We would NOT be going to war with each other. You need a lot of excess useless people (note above: "can't have children") to have a war. Women will be too busy making sure everybody gets fed and the house gets cleaned up. After a war, while the men are all sitting around feeling sorry for themselves (they do), the women are stacking bricks and washing the diapers. Anything else is just a testicle wet dream. And before you guys start whining that we'll die off without your low-selection dna, remember that if we have to we'll figure out the VERY LITTLE it takes to kickstart a foetus without you. Women always figure it out, because we have to (awright, we probably invented agriculture, which was a BIG FUCKING MISTAKE, but we didn't invent Nazis).
Every time I think commie books are getting ahead, I have somebody email me a URL for their radio program and then when I get the QuickTime program to open up, I get grown people giggling about Wonder Woman's bikini. It doesn't matter how many incredible books are getting written with original concepts and stunning art, every time anybody puts up a newspaper report about anything BUT the package-less Mexican Wrestler costumes, the title goes something like: "It ain't bam big pow any more!" You are fucked as an art form and you will never get out of that little niche. Why the fuck anybody, including me, tries to use this art form for anything but testicle foetal whimpering, I do not know. Awright, I know why I do it -- I can write and I can draw. But please, please PLEASE if you have anything to say about anything except a very tiny limited funny-animal version of World War Two (and I don't mean mine), don't use this medium, because again and again it has proven it is for isolated children and the rest of society likes it like that. Learn to type: prose is dead easy anyway, and why put yourself through this crap? You will never have to smell white-out again.
Oh, well. I don't have to write books with a Message any more because America is learning right up front what my books are about anyway. It's kind of fun to watch this country smacking into what I was writing about for years. Yes, I WAS in the anti-war marches and yes, I DO get a big kick out of singing "I told you so!" The right-wing radicals keep warning us about awful things that are going to happen if the nice people get in charge but never ever do any of their predictions come true. But a gang of children in the streets with placards? BAM! Six months later and we're marching to Gahenna. The kids and the damaged Vietnam vets usually know exactly what they're talking about, and damned if nature or human stupidity doesn't turn right around and prove them right. I don't know why any newspaper reporter trolls for news when all they have to do is go to liberal protest marches and write down the messages on the signs. Instead they drool around after the right-wing pundits, and I'm tellin' you, the glaciers will melt before anybody gets raptured.
(Yes, I'm being bitter. This is what Silver Bullet hired me for. Well, actually, they didn't hire me. They don't have any money. They are broke fuckers like everybody else in this long-underwear'd art form. They let me schill in my columns, which is why I am so fucking shameless about it).
Would somebody explain forums to me? I do not get it. First people want to talk to each other, and then they have all these little rules about what somebody's allowed to say. I mean, what are those things, fucking high school? I don't know why everybody is weeing themselves about Google locking up the internet to China -- most of the minds in the west are so fucking locked up about just about everything anyway that who the hell needs a content blocker?
I just don't belong on this planet. I just don't fucking get it. Ever since I was a little kid, I've watched the human race go off the deep end into shit that any flatworm would squirm away from if it had the chance and a subscription to the New York Times (that is not a compliment to the NYT; I'm talking about the least common denominator for news. Get the NYT if you want to learn about local garbage strikes).
I don't believe in evil: I believe in stupidity. War is for stupid people. Rape is for stupid people. Beating and raping your kids is for stupid people. Capitalism is for stupid people (we're not going into Communism because it's never existed on this planet except in small villages run by women; that thing in the Soviet Union was State Capitalism, and I'm not the one uses that term). Now gene studies are trying to pinpoint who got more of the human DNA -- us or the chimps. Ya think?
How the hell we spent centuries writing, painting and carving each other like we're so hot I will never know. A week without baths living by campfires and we smell like a sausage. This is admittedly an excellent way to keep the mosquitoes away. Humans au natural stink so bad even mosquitoes won't taste us in a state of nature. A dirty horse smells better.
I know, I'm being a cliche, it's been said before: "Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile." Now go get that in context: with music! It's another version of "Let's go save/kill people who don't think like we do!"
Maybe I should invent a character in red-white-and-blue long underwear who kills bad guys. Oh right; that's why America should be happy there are Germans (and who wants to bet me money they're not putting THAT little piece of art in the San Diego Comicon International program book this year?).
Okay, I admit, the Americans aren't like the insurgents in their treatment of the civilian population. When we kill women and kids it's just because we're thoughtless and sloppy, and then we apologize. That's better, right?
