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Wake The Fuck Up

Okay, so this comic is not nearly as good as I wanted it to be, and here’s why: I have be planning this thing for months and months, but I have never had the time to fully devote to it. If I could, I would have made this comic a complete epic, way longer, more conceptual, better drawn. But I can’t because I’m a dad with a job. However, this has been weighing on me, and after Obama’s speech, I figured now, in the middle of the steamy hot summer, it would be the right time to launch into this tirade on global warming. 

Why all the cursing? Well, I don’t know how else to get people to pay attention to this issue. It seemed to work for that parody kids book, “Go The Fuck To Sleep,” so why not try a comic called “Wake The Fuck Up.” Hey, there’s even that Facebook group, Give A Shit About Nature. Things are getting so dire, there’s no more time to pussyfoot around the issues, so here it is. Care. Give a shit. Or we’re fucked. 

I won’t reiterate any of the points I made in the comic here, but I will say that if you care about global warming and the future of mankind—and you and your loved ones—go to 350.org. It’s probably the best climate change movement out there right now. I’ve been to their events and they are amazing and inspiring and only getting better. Yes, even their founder, Bill McKibben, admits we are probably doomed, but hey, you gotta fight the fight, because giving up is just pathetic. Fucking pathetic.

Words For My Son

Yeah, I know, another comic about kids. But I don’t care. I write comic about what inspires me, and right now, this is it. Well, not IT, but a lot of it. I mean, it is pretty great. Not that everyone should have kids. It’s not for everyone. But if you do have kids, and you do it right, it’s pretty great. Of course, it does go against everything a pessimist like me believes in. And that’s what this week’s strip is about. Balancing fears of doom with hope for the future.

When Late Isn’t Better Than Never

Terrorists tried to blow up the World Trade Center in 1993. That wasn’t enough of a hint for us to step up our security. People knew for decades that New Orleans would be underwater if the right storm came by. We did nothing. Now scientists are telling us that we’re putting the entire world at risk by altering the atmosphere. And it looks like once again we’re going to be too late to do anything about it. And this time, we’re talking about devastation and loss of life on a scale never before seen by mankind. Sadly, for all of us, enough corporate dollars can turn facts into “theories” and make people doubt the findings of unbiased scientific studies.

People get tired of hearing about it. They think it’s something they won’t have to deal with, even if it is real. But we’re already dealing with it. And it’s only going to get worse. Do people have to suffer firsthand before they act to change something? I think for most people, the answer is yes. And I truly believe we as a species may be doomed because of it.

Read this. Then read the comments.

Talkin’ ‘Bout ‘Merica

I wanted to do a political Dustinland this week, but once I get going I don’t know when to stop. Plus it’s too depressing. I don’t even really have a point anymore. It’s gotten so bad, my point is just this: Things are fucked. Really, when I say the future looks dim, I mean it. This is some serious shit we’re in. It’s not a joke. So the best I could do was kinda turn this into a sports joke really. You know, I think the Mets are actually in better shape than the country, and that’s saying a lot right there, considering everything the Mets do seems to turn to poop. But at least they’re occasionally fun to watch and win about half the time. The U.S. is never fun to watch, and unless you’re a millionaire, these days you lose every single time.

I’ll end this here by saying the only hope for the future of this country is legitimate campaign finance reform. And sweet chance of that happening any time soon. This is Doomsday Dusty, signing off.

The Rapture

I have the sniffles right now so I won’t get too into it but yeah, this week’s Dustinland is all about how some people thought the world was going to end this past weekend but it didn’t. I think some pastor somewhere figured this out and either got his math wrong or was lying the whole time. They did spend a lot of money though putting up billboards and driving trucks around warning everyone, even here in NY where everyone is evil. I guess what was supposed to happen was that all the good people would vanish and go to heaven and the rest of us would be stuck here to be all sad and what not until the world ends a few months from now. But that doesn’t seem to be the case. Instead, we all get to stay here and wait for the world to slowly end over a much longer yet probably more depressing amount of time. There’s a little Doomsday Dusty for you to start your week.

Not My Problem

I wanted to create a comic about the oil spill in the Gulf, but didn’t feel like doing some drawn out depressing screed that goes on and on about how we’re doomed, we’re ruining the world, the future is going to be like some fucked up apocalyptic movie, etc….  I mean, I pretty much still do believe that, but I’ve already done that comic. So I started to think about this BP disaster within in the bigger picture. What’s it really about? And of course the answer is greed. It’s always the answer. And this huge, interconnected world of ours only makes it easier to act on that greed, since you’ll probably never meet the people affected by your actions. A few clicks of a button, a few phone calls, and that’s all it takes to completely fuck over thousands of people. And you’ll be rewarded because you increased profits and that’s all that matters. Look at the spill. It could have been prevented. But in order to save a few bucks, a few percentage points off some CEO’s yearly bonus, we’re left with one of the biggest man-made environmental disasters in history. And will anyone pay? Will anyone be held responsible to a degree that they’re actually punished? Not a chance. No one will pay but the victims. And nothing will change. All you need is a small percentage of the world’s population to believe that their own personal gain justifies any actions. Those will be the people driven to rise to the top, to bring themselves into power, and to be in the position to fuck over the rest of us. And they will. Every time. Until it’s all ruined.

No Future For You

A buddy of mine calls me “Doomsday Dusty,” and I guess you can see why. But hey, at least I’m not the only one.

I think the most interesting part about this week’s Dustinland, if I may say so myself, is that there has always been a threat of doom looming over us, but the cause of that supposed threat was something bigger than the average person, from plague to nuclear war. Today, with future dangers stemming from environmental issues, we’re now told that the end may be near, not because World War III, but because when we throw out our toothbrushes, the plastic can leach into the water supply. Suddenly the most mundane everyday experiences are going to bring about the end of life as we know it. Talk about a situation to cause paranoia! We can’t just hope for our world leaders not to bomb each other. We have to figure out a way for billions of people to change the ways they live.

If I was an alien, I’d tell humans, “Good luck with that.” But I am human. So instead I worry, lie awake at night, and feel guilty for not knowing what I can do to stop it all.