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Maddox’s Article on Swine Flu Aged Well.

Maddox’s online persona, not to be confused with a popular graphic depicting a racist communist sympathizer.

In the year 2009, web comedian Maddox published an article on swine flu. If that article were like piss in a bottle, that piss has aged, fermenting into a fine piss schnapps.

In case you’re having trouble remembering what swine flu was, it was a coronavirus that caused a mild cough, and that was about it. It was pretty much like Covid-19, except the political left didn’t go absolutely insane.

Maddox started his article by claiming that he deleted his mom’s number, because she called him worried about some sensationalist news story. While Maddox’s politics seem to be left-leaning today, what he went on to say was surprisingly red-pilled:

“If you’ve spent more than a few minutes worrying about swine flu, you are an idiot. That’s because it only takes a few minutes to look up the symptoms, mortality rate, and treatment to realize that it’s no different from the common flu (which kills way more people and by extension is way more awesome), and going back to whatever it is you were doing, which was probably turning off CNN and canceling your cable subscription.”

Maddox was early on the whole fake news dealie, and on comparing symptoms and fatality rates, and realizing that the virus in question isn’t worth letting world leaders carry out an economic suicide pact.

Maddox has his own idea on how to handle a pandemic of sniffles:

“Cowards worry and there is a 100% overlap between people who worry and people who regularly make cowardly decisions. That’s why natural disasters kick so much ass. You never really know when they’re going to hit, so you might as well let go and stop being such a scared pussy all the time. You’ll cross the bridge of death when you get to it. Time to start taking risks, asshole!”

What’s more, Maddox expressed a viewpoint that would have gotten him labeled as “anti-vax” today:

“I will never take the swine flu vaccine because I already have it; it’s called my immune system, and it’s badass.”

This has become even more awesome in light of the revelation that natural immunity is immensely superior to the Covid vax. The optics are stunning, and provide a window into the kind of thinking that was popular before the lockdowns driving up job losses and suicide rates drove everyone collectively insane.

Maddox also got into a short rant on how he believes that marriage is a sham institution, which makes him sound suspiciously MGTOW. If that’s something that you’ve never heard of, MGTOW is what happens when incels decide to give up, but then pretend that they’ve won. They then prattle on as though they’ve discovered some secret that makes them sound enlightened, even though their whole movement basically comes down to playing video games while waiting for death. What’s that secret? Apparently, it’s that if they can’t find a woman who’s willing to touch their genitals, they can just do it themselves. They’d be somewhat tolerable if they weren’t such obnoxious recruiters.

If you think Maddox’s points on swine flu would carry over to the coronavirus, it would seem like Maddox would, too. He republished the same article, striking out the term “swine flu” and replacing with with “coronavirus”.

When you look at how based Maddox once was, it’s almost a shame that he just about abandoned the website that made him popular, and went on to try to become yet another YouTuber. But as he is now, he’s another relic from the age of the internet angry man, trying to find his way in the age when everyone is looking over their shoulders.

Anthony Fauci is an Inferior Man.

Anthony Fauci literally just said that “There comes a time when you have to give up what you consider your individual right of making your own decision”.

I can guess what you’re thinking: “There’s no way. How can anyone be so out of touch with reality as to say something so devastatingly wrong?”

I don’t expect you to take my word for it, so I’m sharing video evidence. In it, Fauci tells us plebs that because we’ve been benefiting so well from society, we should give back by giving up our right to make choices for ourselves. Putting aside, of course, that society under Fauci and his other leftist corporate interests have attempted to shut us in our homes and are now pulling out the stops to threaten us into taking a vaccine that we don’t trust.

Here’s what stupid sounds like:

One of the many things that Fauci is ignorant of is the fact that the American republic was founded by better men than Anthony Fauci. What these men understood was that human rights were axiomatic tenets of reality that every human being has, as they penned in the following blurb from some old document that they might still teach about in schools:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

The United States Declaration of Independence

Even if you don’t believe in a Creator, you should still understand individual rights to be a matter of superordinate principle, in a manner similar to natural law. Every human being has a right to security in their property, without it being stolen from them. Every human being has a right to their own sincerely-held religious beliefs, or any conviction they may have. They have a right to express their opinions, even if there are consequences for doing so. A person has a right to defend themselves. A person has a right to their silence, without it being taken as self-incrimination. Every person has a right to their own means of production.

In that these rights are unalienable, means that they exist by default, it is impossible for a person to voluntarily give them up, are not granted by human government, and if any government doesn’t recognize the existence of these rights, that government is wrong.

Continuing on, the Declaration of Independence has this to say:

“That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,”

No one can be governed unless they allow it. It doesn’t require a lengthy explanation, because it’s entirely self-explanatory. Anthony Fauci doesn’t govern me, because I refuse to be governed by inferior men.

The republic’s founders continue with language that puts those who would follow Fauci’s example on notice:

“That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”

I know that some limp-wristed incel might latch onto the use of the word “Safety”, and twist it to mean something that it doesn’t. The fact is, safety implies bodily autonomy, including the freedom to turn down a vaccine that one does not trust.

When a government twists the concept of safety into a pretext to challenge the axiomatic freedoms, that government should be altered or removed. That’s some food for thought for the Democrat establishment, if they are at all interested in retaining their place in American government.

After all, in nature, as is the case in human society, and has been demonstrated throughout history, the followers don’t endure being abused by their leaders for very long.

There is an old proverb, and because it originated in China, I suspect that Fauci has heard of it. It goes like this:

“The emperor that burned all the books was overthrown by illiterate men.”

Cenk Uygur, Get Over Yourself

Cenk Uygur of The Young Turks is no stranger to drama. He is the most prominent mouthpiece of a leftist YouTube program that named itself for the guilty party behind the Armenian Genocide, an event that Cenk denies ever occurred.

Since his program has gone full-on corporate, Cenk himself is pretty much in golden handcuffs, and has since gone increasingly unhinged, snapping at other commentators such as Tim Pool and Alex Jones, who just wanted to talk to him.

Just days ago, MisterM proceeded to milk the drama cow on Twitter, daring Cenk to call Joe Rogan a “loser” to his face, enticing him with a $1000 donation to either his “trash network” or a charity of his choice.

A real grownup would have ignored the dare, but Cenk instead drew the line where he felt more comfortable.

Being the grown-up that he is, Cenk not only took the dare, he also escalated the rhetoric to imply physical violence, then made the claim to be able to “end” the trained fighter, in spite of his own lack of experience (and conditioning).

Natch, Cenk decided to accept the $1000 for himself, rather than to a charity.

While Cenk made the hilarious claim that he’d “end” Rogan in a fight, Cenk’s optimism isn’t backed up much in the realm of reality, putting aside the remote possibility that Cenk could benefit from either a freak accident or copious amounts of interference.

While there is no such thing as an MMA black belt, Joe Rogan does have a black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and has become a Taekwondo Grand Champion, and apparently has kickboxing experience. He eventually became a UFC commentator.

As for Cenk, he made the claim to have been fighting for his whole life. If this was the case, his fighting experience is not publicly-available information. Cenk’s claim to be “larger”, comes off as an inappropriate boast in his lack of physical conditioning.

I honestly have no idea why fat people have as much confidence as they do in their bulk. They may be big, but they’re also soft, and simply moving about is a chore for them. An overweight person started a fight with me before, and he went to the floor quick.

If Cenk did get in a fight with Rogan, he’d likely just find out how fast-paced and callous that fights really are, and come out the other side of the experience more closely resembling a blueberry muffin. Of course, a professional UFC match is a more strategic affair, but Cenk’s historical inability to retain his cool would ensure that within the structure of an officiated match, Cenk’s likelihood of winning would only further decrease.

I get being macho, but I still think I’m being manly when I point out that if I were to get into a fight with Joe Rogan, I’d likely get my ass beat. There’s a lot that can be said about not letting your arrogance get the better of you.

Cenk has a lot of problems, but because he’s rich and famous (enough so that he should consider it low-brow to take dares for money), many of his problems are of the sort that people would rather have. Yet, he has more problems than he otherwise would if it weren’t for his egotism. Therefore, Cenk is among the many people who can quickly make the world a better place, at least for himself, if he were to take the simple advice: Get over yourself.

Chris Chan Thinks He’s Jesus, Now.

After having been jailed and awaiting trial for allegedly raping his elderly mother, Chris Chan is now comparing himself to Jesus Christ. But more than merely making a comparison, Chris Chan actually made the claim to being Jesus Christ, in a letter that he wanted forwarded to Null of Kiwi Farms, and to his defense attorney.

The letter can be read on Kiwi Farms, where Null has provided a transcript. Just be warned that the letter reads as a window into the mind of a kind of crazy that one might have thought they didn’t make anymore.

(By the way, my use of male pronouns for Chris is not intended to be insensitive. Though Chris Chan identifies as a transgender female, the transgender community is not humoring Chris, recognizing his proclamation as an attempt to appeal to lesbian women.)

Hoo boy, where does one even begin to break this down? How about the fact that Chris wanted this letter sent to his defense attorney, as well as make it public? Can you imagine how his defense attorney must feel, having read a full-on, remorseless confession that was simultaneously broadcast to the general public? How is the poor guy supposed to defend him, now?

As evidence, Chris invites anyone to photoshop certain features onto old photographs of Chris (but only certain ones, not the ones where he’s wearing glasses, and only from the shoulders and chest up, which might make it less apparent that Chris is a big beef cow, and that if you were to place one of those yellow jackets on him, he’d look like a school bus.

Chris then wants his picture placed next to a picture of Jesus Christ for comparison. Chris’ request is impossible, because there are no pictures of Jesus Christ. The most popular idea of what Jesus looked like came from Renaissance art, when artists used their imaginations as to what Jesus looked like, which would explain why they depicted Christ as an Italian man.

But what expectation would there have been that Chris Chan would know this?

Chris also calls himself “Central Camera #000”, which indicates himself as the first of observational existences, having perception that he claims as infinite and includes the first-person perspective of all others. If this is a concept that he learned about from some video game, feel free to take to the comments to clue me in. But it does nothing to explain why Chris has been so gullible all these years.

Chris follows this up with a voluminous mountain of self-indulgent mushugganah, where he invites the reader to engage in some kind of transcendental meditation to arrive at his conclusion, and I’ll hard-pass on that. Right now, I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Chris was able to hammer all this nonsense out in a jail cell, absent the controlled substances that would be available to those of us on the outside.

One thing he points out is that the Dimension Merge is “Completed and Concluding”. The Dimensional Merge is a concept that Chris may have invented with the help of a group of influencers called the “Idea Guys”, where supposedly all the fictional universes are to merge with the one we know. Chris has long stated that the merge was underway, but it seems he now thinks it’s “Completed”. That sucks for him, because he’s stuck in a jail cell, and can’t currently experience it.

Chris goes on to lay out his justification for withdrawing money from Barb’s bank account, in violation of an order against him. This justification on Chris’ part legally holds up as a confession. Chris really needs to get it out of his head that having excuses does not absolve him of guilt before he sets foot in a court of law again. But at this point, he’ll likely have already self-incriminated his way to prison.

Even though Chris currently fancies himself as the savior of mankind, he’s still so vindictive that he informs Null that he failed “HIS DESTINED TEST And Betrayed Me”, implying that he had only one test in his life, and he failed it. If guilt were Marmite, that was like emptying the bottle on a single slice of toast.

Then he went on to justify the act of rape that he was charged with, effectively issuing a confession to the act. And what’s more, he’s so narcissistic that he writes of the act as though it were a favor to his victim. And being an apparent fan of the concept of abrogation, Chris has declared “eased up” the Biblical view of adultery, presumably including the prohibition on having sexual relations with one’s own parent.

Chris is pretty far from the first person to use religion as a justification for his own vices. But claiming to be the Messiah while doing so is something special. What’s more, he points to the popularity of the gay and trans movements as though it meant anything other than people were doing what they wanted to do. Just because Chris thinks that he’s a god, doesn’t mean he comprehends that the truth of a matter is not determined by consensus.

So, Chris pretty much admitted to raping his mother, and claimed that he had healed her of her “past sins and regrets”, and that he improved “her abilities directly and personally”. Is it too late for a vomit advisory?

Reviewing this letter, one theory that’s being passed around is that Chris might just be playing it up in an attempt to make an insanity defense work. I don’t know, because it’s hard to tell just how sincere Chris is. From a jail cell without internet access, Chris no longer has “Idea Guys” to fill his head with plop, so either Chris is spewing from the plop that has already been implanted, or his new delusions were actually self-generated plop. In any case, he has ample plop with which to fire his plop cannon, with pages of cheap prison stationery as his target.

If Chris really is gunning for an insanity defense, it would seem he’s yet another legally-illiterate half-wit who believes that a successful insanity defense means just a few months in a padded room, followed by getting off scot-free. Don’t settle for dinner-table legal advice, people.

One thing that Chris seems to excel at is making matters worse for himself. His history of this is long and well-documented, but it now includes confessing to a crime he was charged with in an attempt at his own defense against the very same charge, while simultaneously committing what is considered a capital offense in any Abrahamic religion.

At this point, how can anyone predict what Chris Chan is going to do next? I don’t know, but I suspect that the Sex Offender Registry is about to become far more insane.

A Neighbor Started Listening to Rap, Loudly. Then, Something Awesome Happened.

If you’ve lived in apartments, you know when your neighbors have turgid taste in music. Because they’ll broadcast it for everyone to hear. Things have been quiet in my new neighborhood for a while, until some new neighbors moved in. And they brought their noisy lifestyle with them.

How noisy? Let’s just say that when the man and his wife got into an argument, you knew about it.

But then, they crossed a line. They started playing playing music in the evening. Not only that, it was the plumber’s butt-crack of all music. That’s right, it was rap.

But then, something awesome happened. The building decided that they weren’t going to just sit back and stifle vomit in the time it takes for either the new neighbors or themselves to move somewhere else. Instead, they did something about it.

They turned on their own music. And they turned it up.

I joined them, as you might imagine. I just loaded up a Touhou playlist on YouTube and enjoyed some music I’d rather listen to. Suddenly, it was like no one was playing rap.

Gone are the days in which a person has to be financially irresponsible to own a decent sound system, or even just a television set with decent speakers.

What Can You Do With $30,000?

What can you do if you had $30,000? Let’s get a list going:

  • Buy a brand new smart TV and still have over $29,000 remaining.
  • Live like I once did in central Pennsylvania for about 2 years.
  • Actually buy a new car. Like, new new. As in, it doesn’t smell like someone’s dog, or like someone cigarettes. The filters are new, the engine is well-oiled, you don’t have to look under the hood for a long time, and no one has driven the car before. That kind of new.
  • Pay off approximately one year of a college education.
  • Actually buy music.
  • Leave the store with 88,235 boxes of store-brand macaroni and cheese from WalMart, without stealing any of it.
  • Or splurge on 30,612 boxes of Kraft macaroni and cheese, the gold bling of macaroni and yellow powder.
  • Go to GameStop and buy something like 471 new games (this list may intermittently consider sales tax), and watch how many opened games are inserted into cases before your eyes.
  • Go to the liquor store and purchase about 1765 bottles of the most important foundational ingredient of a Jager bomb.
  • Buy 1000 of them fancy Yankee Candles. Then tell your mom. She’ll be so proud that she won’t even be able to sleep that night.
  • Assemble about 20 gaming rigs.
  • Illegal stuff.
  • Pay off the rent on a cheap-o one-bedroom apartment for about 3.5 years.
  • About 368 of those blue tablets that are famous for increasing circulation in males.
  • Buy the line of Apple products, five times.
  • You’ll have enough money to drink Kool-Aid ironically.
  • Buy about 2400 MREs, becoming the most disaster-prepared homie on the block.
  • Buy about 7518 packs of Pokémon cards, becoming the coolest 10-year-old on the block.
  • Invest in crypto, then watch the boomers who are dead-set against crypto freak out.
  • You’d have a lot of manga to read. Like, about 3440 chapters on BookWalker. And depending on promotions, you could probably get piles more.
  • Buy a ticket to the event to which AOC wore her now-infamous “Tax the Rich” dress.

Webcomic Review: Robot Hugs

Warning: The reviewed webcomic contains explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.

robot hugs rough

Have you ever hoped that depression had an official webcomic? Me neither. But there is one that stands out as being sadder than the rest. And by “stands out”, I mean “slumps down in quivering half-hearted mediocrity”.

Robot Hugs isn’t so much a random, slice-of-life webcomic with a well-defined premise as it is a webspace where the author can dump his sad doodles, and sometimes make long, rambling illustrated tangents on whatever social justice activism that holds his interest, usually things like transgenderism, which the author identifies as being a part of, and feminism, because the author so desperately wants the female community to accept him as one of their own.

Early entries to Robot Hugs are usually random, inane drawings that really have nothing to them. Take this random example:

2011-08-25-A good way to go

That’s not a random panel from a strip. The previous and following comics have nothing to do with it. This is the build-up, delivery, and punch line. There is only one panel in this entry, and that’s it. No point, no effort, and no worthwhile thought.

Stick figure art is something that can be done well. In fact, some pretty good webcomics have been done with stick figure art, such as Cyanide & Happiness. In the vast majority of cases, however, it’s a cop-out that’s used to produce a sub-par product with a minimum of effort while leaning on the crutch of “style”. In some of those cases, it’s how talentless artists are enabled to coast along with a minimum of effort. In the case of Robot Hugs, there is some small sign of improvement as time went on, but it usually involves the bare minimums of stick figure art, such as good color choices and better-defined lines. Expressive facial features are sparse, but that can be sold as minimalism. At one point, he even takes on shading, but gives it up before long. Robot Hugs takes a style that’s mainly ironically likeable for its minimalism, and takes it even lower.

And then, with no warning, the author backs down from all the progress that he’s made on his style and goes to a hand drawn style that’s even worse:

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To be fair, he does give a reason for why he does this. However, there’s something more to it, which we can read about on his profile: The author studies in UX/IA, which has to do with website design. So he actually does spend a significant amount of his life staring at display screens. However, when one looks at his own website, how exactly is he putting his knowledge in website design into practice? He’s obviously not new at this, as his archives indicate that he’s been at it since 2009, and he usually updates about a half-dozen times a month with webcomics that are sub-par in quality.

Considering all this, and assuming that the author is trying hard, I suspect that the source of his ongoing sadness is that he’s putting a disproportionate amount of effort into something that he doesn’t really have a talent for. As children, nearly all of us are told that “we could be anything we want to be”. This is a disastrously terrible thing to tell a child, as it sets them up to pursue interests that are outside their own talents, and develop such an emotional attachment to their pursuits that they make them a part of their identity, making it an even stronger hit when they fail to live up to the expectations set for them.

The author of Robot Hugs doesn’t want to stare at display screens for long periods of time, and his webcomic has been insubstantial in quality since its inception over 9 years ago. Perhaps it’s about time for him to admit that it’s not his thing to either design websites or write webcomics. What he does instead, I don’t know; that’s the kind of thing that he can only determine after careful consideration of himself and how he can benefit society. However, it’s clear that making webcomics is not his thing.

Unless you can look at this and think “talent”:

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The parts of his comic that are the most well-thought-out would be his SJW ramblings, which is not a compliment. If your only exposure to the SJW ideology would be YouTubers who make fun of them, go ahead and read an opinion piece from a veritable SJW. What you’ll find out is that the aforementioned YouTubers aren’t making up strawman arguments, they are actually taking on the SJW ideology itself, exactly as it’s presented when SJWs speak for themselves.

Here is a link to an example comic. (WORKSAFE WARNING: If you click that link, your employer’s IT department might think you’re an idiot.)

And speaking of worksafe warnings, the following came from the Robot Hugs “About” page:

NSFW comics are generally labelled as such.

Except they’re not, so his archives are a minefield of cartoon penises and vaginas that you might object to if you are somehow upset by naturally occurring features of human anatomy, or if you have a problem with these things being drawn poorly. The main character’s nipples might be considered explicit, considering that he’s a biological male who identifies as a female. Would they be? Have we figured it out yet?

And, as if it weren’t already obvious that this comic stars a self-insert, the author uses the webcomic to give us life updates:

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Whoop-dee-doo. Too bad your new tablet didn’t do anything to make your comics any better. You know what would? Having someone else do your art. And your writing. And your website design, for that matter. In fact, maybe you should pull a George Lucas and sign over creative control of your comic. Too bad that a guy would have to be insane to take this mess on, and once they come to their senses, they’d deep-six the whole thing.

The author of Robot Hugs spends too much time trying to be something he’s not: a webcomic artist, a decent website designer, even a woman. He doesn’t have what it takes to do any of these things; it’s time for him to stop kidding himself.

Robot hugs gets a score of a-sad-excuse-for-a-comic out of ten.

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Which would be a 0.5 out of 10. If you’re thinking of making your own webcomic, you can do a better job than Robot Hugs with just a little something called effort.

Webcomic Review: Assigned Male

ugly.pngYou’ve just been treated to a new flavor of ugly.

(Notice: This review refers to the author of Assigned Male and its main character with biological pronouns. When dealing with horse-puckey of this magnitude, it helps to keep at least one foot in reality.)

The author of Assigned Male is a self-styled first order left-wing mind who believes that he knows what’s better for us than we do, and he’s on a mission to save us from ourselves. The way he’s going about that is by writing a ridiculous webcomic that furthers his agenda. His whole mission backfired when the people who like his webcomic mainly like it ironically, while the rest of us ridicule it soundly.

Because it’s a given that Assigned Male is such a horrible webcomic, it’s predictable that it’s going to be getting a low score. You probably already know it’s bad, so this is another webcomic review that’s kind-of superfluous and it’s hard to say something about it that hasn’t already been said. Yet, the webcomic is so famous for being bad that it’s kind-of hard to ignore. So it’s like another Sonichu.

Transgenderism is one of the current perversities being propped up by the left-wing establishment, and people pretend to be tolerant of it for fear of backlash from said establishment, even though pretty much everybody is secretly afraid that their children may become one. It’s an issue where people pretend to be “progressive”, yet on a primal level, pretty much every sound-minded individual recognizes something is seriously flipping wrong. When someone pretends to be a homosexual of the opposite gender, it doesn’t tend to result in grandchildren for their parents.

There’s something that I’ve noticed when it comes to webcomics, especially when it comes to the bad ones: there seems to be a disproportionately high representation of transgender themes in webcomics as of late. It might sound like conspiracy theorism, but I personally suspect that there’s an agenda at play, especially considering that the transgender crowd just happens to politically align with a certain movement that believes that there’s getting to be just a few too many human beings running around.

Having said that, the type of transgenderism depicted is the no-op male-to-female variety. That seems to be the more prominent kind, because most doctors inform those considering gender-reassignment surgery that, among other forms of damage, those undergoing the operation permanently lose their reproductive capacity, and they don’t actually gain the capacities of their new gender. Most transgenders are discouraged by this, and settle for wearing a dress and accusing those who use the wrong gender pronouns on them of hate crimes.

If someone does undergo gender reassignment surgery, the usual result is crippling depression, as a body is no longer producing adequate hormones for their biological gender, so a person would end up chemically messed up even without taking a bunch of pills. The suicide rate for post-op transgenders is disproportionately high. Gender reassignment surgery is castration, and it messes a person up in the same ways.

Also, unicorns aren’t real.

It may seem like a sufficient introduction to red pill the trans agenda to death, but there’s something more to what’s going on with Assigned Male. If Sophie Labelle, the author of Assigned Male, were yet another transgender snowflake using the webcomic format to have her characters vicariously win the victories that he does not win in real life, he’d only stand out for how zealous and militant that Assigned Male makes him look. But there’s something more to it.

Sophie Labelle is a known and professed child recruiter.

So, you know about that webcomic that he has which indirectly promotes castration? Its target audience is the most vulnerable members of society. Sophie Labelle is just the kind of guy you should want to keep your children away from, and he’s determined to use his webcomic to get at them.

You know what? A review provides more dignity than this trash pile of a webcomic deserves. Why don’t I straight-up bash it?

Sophie Labelle does not know how to draw, but that doesn’t prevent him from trying. After all, he’s got an agenda to push, and he’s not going to allow something like an inability to properly express himself artistically stand between him and the children he’s trying to prey on.

I went and pulled a random example of Sophie’s art, so I’m not being unfair in presenting this as an accurate representation of how badly this webcomic hurts to look at:

assigned male discussing batman.pngThe characters in Assigned Male discussing media we’d rather be consuming.

When you’re trying to present transgenderism as beautiful, then you want to depict them beautifully. Otherwise, your endeavor is going to be self-defeating. Because as they are, the cast of Assigned Male, the main character in particular, looks like they were stuffed into a potato sack and beat against a jungle gym.

I know that when someone uses webcomics as the vehicle for their agenda, they may say that the quality of their art really isn’t the point, as an excuse to produce art that is sub-par. If that’s the case, why even use a visual medium at all? If your art is something that a reader can make fun of, that would end up being a liability for the overall message.

The art in Assigned Male does improve somewhat, as Sophie eventually decides to shade his characters. They’re still ugly, but in a different kind of way. After the style change, the children in the comic look like middle-aged dwarves.

The self-insert main character of Assigned Male is Stephie, a boy-to-girl no-op transgender child who is pretty much everything you’d be afraid of in a transgender you’d meet: overly-sensitive and hard-rails into throwing temper tantrums at every perceived slight, no matter how unintentional it may have been. While this already makes him rough-him-up-and-dump-this-mess-across-town material, in execution, the comic itself makes him much more unbearable.

stephie sans.pngMain character Stephie, ruining Sans for those who like Undertale.

For example, the comic opens with a short story about Stephie going to the doctor’s office with his parents, but Stephie storms out after he discovers that their records still indicate that he’s a boy. Because the physiological differences between males and females may necessitate differences in medical treatment of patients, one would think that Stephie would be understanding that doctors would want a pass when it comes to his game of gender pretend. But no, Stephie’s delusion is more important to him than his being treated for the illness that he went to the physician for in the first place. Much later in the webcomic, the issue of gender for medical identification comes up again, showing that Sophie still hadn’t learned his lesson.

Most of the conflict in Assigned Male involves Stephie taking on some kind of strawman representing whatever argument that Sophie feels like taking on. If that sounds familiar, it’s like another comic I’ve already reviewed, Vegan Artbook. But the comparisons don’t end there. Like Vegan Artbook, some updates are one-panel atrocities that throw some blurbs out there that sounded clever in the author’s mind. Here’s an example that pretty much sums up what’s wrong with Sophie’s outlook:

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Until you’ve read a medical encyclopedia, right? No, it turns out that Stephie is more comfortable with kidding himself. What Sophie should understand is that the truth of any matter is never determined by mere belief. That’s the important understanding that separates those in touch with reality from those who are deluded. Again, because this is important: The truth of any matter is never determined by mere belief. Either something is true, or it is not. The only fact that pretending changes is the fact that you’re pretending. Societal distinctions of gender are based on the reality of biological sex, and any perception about it doesn’t change that reality, it merely flavors it.

Now, where can we find something scientific to illustrate the gender differences in a simple and straightforward manner?

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Another thing to know about Sophie is that he has no problem with attempting to use his webcomic to talk way over your head. Stephie and the rest of the children in the cast talk like English majors in their senior year. And Stephie is supposed to be 11 years old.

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I have my doubts that that’s the way children in Canada talk. And this is supposed to be a webcomic that’s targeting children?

If you’re an adult and don’t like his webcomic, then you’re not the target audience. But if you’re an impressionable child, then Sophie has no qualm with intellectually substantiating his nominal designation. Sophie punches below his weight class, and punches hard.

You probably don’t need to be told that skepticism is a great thing to bring with you if you were to plan on reading Assigned Male for yourself, but the author does use the comic to make numerous claims as though supported by studies. It’s an intellectually dishonest move that preys on the unsuspecting and shifts the onus of verification onto the readers that might not bother to look into the claim being made. It’s hard to expect more from a person who doesn’t just feel entitled to his own opinions, but also feels entitled to his own facts.

Another thing to know about Sophie is that he does get trolled pretty hard. Surprising, right? Some of his comics are specifically-designed to answer critics, such as this one:

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Not really all that funny, especially when you realize that Assigned Male was written to prey on children. If someone points out how badly your webcomic sucks and they are outside your target audience, your webcomic still sucks.

Here’s another example comic:

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Talking heads is pretty much what it comes down to. It seems like the assumption is that the suspension of disbelief favors conversations that are highly unrealistic for children to actually have. The dialog is so ham-fisted that it doesn’t seem to go with the faces, which are actually conveying emotion. It’s hard to imagine a pair of robots having a conversation so dull.

By now, you’ve seen a total of 4 different comic formats used by Assigned Male presented in their entirety. In webcomics, there’s less pressure to maintain a consistent format, which frees up webcomic artists to express what they want to with fewer restrictions of the kind that you’d see in a newspaper’s funny pages. However, sometimes it’s obvious that an artist like Sophie is settling for something simple (like the one-panel splash pages) because that’s what he feels like he’s up for making. That’s his choice, but it does take some effort to pull off in a way that doesn’t seem lazy.

But hey, Assigned Male was never about the reader’s satisfaction. It’s about the agenda, and how the author feels about himself for pushing it. If there’s something that bad webcomics like Addanac City and Robot Hugs can do to improve, it’s give a care about the reader’s experience. It’s what a webcomic author can do to keep their comic from being mere participation in the medium like Boss Rush Society, or a self-serving suckfest like Vegan Artbook. Because as it is, Assigned Male is like a crusty lover whose mission is to blow his load then say he’s done.

Now onto the score. I’ve already shown my hand when it comes to my opinion of Sophie Labelle’s agenda, but the fact that he’s targeting the minds of children pisses me off enough to take away any points that his comic might have otherwise gotten.

Assigned Male gets assigned a score of 0 out of 10.

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Sophie has actually succeeded in having another review taken down because he didn’t like it. I kind of wonder whether he’ll find this review, read it, and blow his stack.

Webcomic Review: Sonichu

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Main character on left, title character on right.
Here we go, it’s a review of Sonichu.

Sonichu is a terrible webcomic. It’s famous for being bad, and it’s the deuce in all categories in which something can fail. But I’m not likely telling you anything you don’t already know. At this point, we know that Sonichu is the worst webcomic ever made. You might have guessed that I’m going to give this a score of 0 out of 10. You might have even heard about how bad it was from a friend. You might remember how he went on and on for what seemed like hours about how bad it was, like he’d continually find something wrong about it. His description may even have made you so curious that you decided to check it out for yourself. At that point, you’ll have discovered that not only was everything he said about the comic true, he was only scraping shavings off the tip of the iceberg.

That Sonichu is bad is public knowledge. It’s so infamous that it’s even caught the attention of some of Sega’s staff (and it likely horrified them). As far as I can tell, pretty much everyone who has heard of Sonichu knows its bad, which renders a review superfluous.

Yet, I’ve decided to write one. I’ve read the webcomic, and perhaps I’ll feel a lot better for having reviewed it.

If you’re planning on reading Sonichu, be warned that it’s weapons-grade terrible. Sonichu is so bad that your brain may interpret the comic as an attack against it. Sonichu is so dreadful that it integer underflows and somehow becomes strangely great. It’s still a bad webcomic, but it’s bad in a way that only a total mistake can be. A grand assembly of sadistic minds have conspired to develop inhumanity to their fellow man, resulting in the likes of MKUltra, and an autistic man-child with his head in the clouds outdid them without any effort.

Sonichu is such an immense beast of a webcomic that it’s hard to get through a review of it without breaking it down into sections.

Art

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Can you find anything right with this picture?
Sonichu has the worst art in the universe.

What the author Christian Weston Chandler draws wouldn’t even be accepted on the amateur level as rough sketches, yet it’s what he decides to go with for his comic. It’s painful to look at. The crooked line art, the garish bright colors, his insistence on using Crayola markers to color, Chris doesn’t bother to get anything right.

The line art in Sonichu is jagged and unrefined. Mistakes he makes are not properly corrected; instead, he attempts to compensate for them by doing things like drawing over them and hoping his readership won’t notice. That’s assuming that he does attempt to correct his mistakes at all.

It’s tempting to say that one should not color their work using Crayola markers, but there are some artists out there that can masterfully employ them to make some pretty outstanding work. Chris is not one of those artists. It seems like Chris lacks the coordination to color within the lines. Not only that, Chris is not skilled enough with Crayola markers to avoid their key flaw: that overlapping strokes result in streaks of darker color than what may have been intended.

Chris is inconsistent in how he draws his own characters. If he wasn’t so easily identifiable by the shirt he is depicted as wearing, one might assume that different occurrences of Chris’ self-insert were actually different characters, as their body shape, facial structure, and proportions can radically change from one instance to the next.

At one point, Chris decided to adopt a more anime style for the comic. What this amounted to was drawing the eyes differently. That’s pretty much it, and it’s hard to notice considering the difficulty Chris has with consistency.

Chris simply doesn’t have artistic talent, and if he did, he didn’t use any of it to make Sonichu.

Characters

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Sonichu has the worst characters in the universe.

The characters in Sonichu generally fall into one of just a few categories:

The male heroes
The male heroes are mainly the same as each other, just with different colors and slight variation in physical features. Each of them, including the title character Sonichu, have exactly the same motives: To shack up with a female and to help Chris with whatever it is that he’s trying to do, which is usually attempting to shack up with a female. Even Blake, when he heel-turns from being a bad guy to a good guy, quickly becomes indistinguishable from the other males except his color.

The female heroes
The female characters are basically similar in motivation to the male characters, but the main difference is their primary sexual characteristics, and the males are their targets of their affection.

The bad guys
An assembly of copyrighted characters that Chris doesn’t have the rights to, and people Chris knows about in real life that caught his ire, with at least one OC thrown in (Count Graduon). All have pretty much the same motivation: to prevent Chris from finding a girlfriend. Too bad Chris never bothered to establish what exactly they’d have to gain from this endeavor when they could instead try to take over the world or something.

The various permutations of Chris
Chris’ self-insert. His goal is to shack up with a woman. It’s considered a sign of lazy writing when an author uses a self-insert for a main character, but in later issues of Sonichu, Chris installs several self-inserts. I’ve actually lost track of them all.

The heroes in Sonichu are actually morally worse than the enemies that they fight. Disproportionate retribution is a recurring theme in Sonichu. For example, Chris feels justified in cursing a man, causing him to lose his family, just because he was doing his job as a security guard in asking Chris to leave a store he was staying in for too long. Another man had his face raped because a company he ran posted drawings of Rosechu (one of the female heroes) with a penis. In a special episode, Chris shot a man in both kneecaps because in real life he impersonated Chris and Chris was interested in his girlfriend. Chris stages a mock trial so he can sentence to death four men that he didn’t like, and had himself and his characters personally attend to the executions. And there’s more. So much more. The hero-centered morality in this story isn’t just awry, it’s perverse.

It’s bad enough that the characters in Sonichu are so horrible, they were also stolen. Nearly every character owes more than simply inspiration to existing copyrighted characters. Most of the hero characters are obvious recolors of characters from Sonic the Hedgehog, a brand that’s already famous for its recolors and template-driven designs. These characters also have elements of design from Pokemon characters. As if that weren’t enough, he pretty much used pokemon as characters outright, such as Reginald Sneasel.

There are OCs invented by people other than Chris that have been included in this comic, such as Jiggliami and Megagi, whether or not they were used with permission, some of which belonged to people who were trolling Chris in an attempt to influence his webcomic while it was ongoing. What personalities and goals that these characters had depends on whether they aligned with Chris, meaning that they too fell into one of the categories outlined above.

Every character in Sonichu are objects in Chris’ power fantasies, and Chris does jack all to develop them beyond this end.

Story

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Notice how even they look bored to tears.
Sonichu has the worst story in the universe.

When one would hear the characters and their abilities described, one would assume that Sonichu is an action comic. After all, what else would a writer do with super speed and commanding electricity for attack? But while there are action scenes employing these abilities, Sonichu is primarily a relationship comic, with the main point of the comic being whether his electric hedgehog pokemon characters find partners, which they quickly do. But Chris doesn’t find his girlfriend as quickly, so much of the story focuses on that.

The narrative flow is dictated by Chris discovering concepts that he finds interesting in anime, video games, or whatever, which he then implements into his comic. Then, when he later loses interest in the concepts, they are quickly and quietly dropped, not likely to be brought up again until the readership reminds Chris that it seemed as though he might have been going somewhere with them. Then maybe Chris reintroduces them, likely to try to conclude that particular story arc because he’d rather be working on another concept that he found out about from some other media franchise.

Sonichu’s story as it is today can be broken down into four main parts:

The Sonichu Episodes
The first episodes focused mainly on Sonichu and his adventures with his recolor friends, including Sonic the Hedgehog. It largely reads as an insipid crossover fanfic written by a five-year-old, except it was written by a man in his twenties.

The Chris-Chan Episodes
The self-insert takes over, and from here on out, the comic is mostly about him and his love quest.

The To-the-Hilt Insane Episodes
Wow. When did it seem like a good idea to Chris to include in a comic intended for kids a sex scene between his cartoon hedgehogs, complete with an explanation for how their genitals worked? Or to commit mass-murder against a bunch of people who were merely hypnotized? Or to off one of the characters with a bomb behind a toilet? There’s so much more, too. Chris would later retcon huge chunks of these episodes.

The Boring Episodes
After a years-long hiatus, Chris continues Sonichu by shifting the attention to other characters, including a bunch of new obvious self-inserts. What’s worse than a comic starring Chris? How about a comic starring a whole bunch of Chris? Even though Chris really unleashes the plagiarized concepts, this set of comics is horribly boring.

Chris is so lazy with storytelling that he often leans on long walls of exposition, some of which nearly the whole page long, instead of breaking down what is being spoken to a number of different panels with accompanying visuals. Comics are a visual medium; as such, a rule of storytelling in comics is “show, don’t tell”. When Chris gets into long walls of exposition, it’s obviously an attempt to move the story along to the point that Chris would prefer to be working on by fast-forwarding past this thing called “developing the plot”. If you’re using dialog to convey the gravity of the situation in a visual medium, then you’re not likely using the medium to its full potential.

But hey, it was obvious to begin with that Chris wasn’t using the comic medium to its full potential. There was a point in which the dialog was numbered so the reader would know what order to read it in.

Saying that you read Sonichu for the story is like saying that you eat muffin bottoms to fight communism; the endeavor and the cause just don’t go together at all.

Verdict

Sonichu is the worst webcomic in the universe. Do not attempt to write a webcomic that’s worse than Sonichu. You wouldn’t be funny, and you’d be committing a crime against humanity.

Sonichu gets a score of Sonichu-itself-out-of-ten:

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Which would be a zero. It’s the worst there is.

But as bad as Sonichu is, it’s actually quite interesting. It’s a window into a mind that is distressed. Because of Sonichu, we all know Chris-Chan like we would know someone who we are glad is not our problem. Unless he somehow is.

The moral of the story is, it’s highly inadvisable to upload a shittily-drawn webcomic expressing what a desperate incel you might be. Ladies tend to not find much confidence in stuff like that.

Howard Stern, Get Over Yourself.

Howard Stern’s remaining audience largely consists of boomers who mistakenly remember a time in which Howard Stern was cool, and Gen Xers who started listening because the boomers did.

While it’s obvious that Stern’s best days are behind him, he’ll sometimes fire off his mouth in an attempt to stay relevant. I’d have no idea what he had to say if it weren’t passed along by new media, which is pretty sad considering his history of proclaiming himself as “King of All Media”. That’s a ballsy thing to proclaim one’s self, but he didn’t use any of that to make the following statement about those who refused the COVID vaccine by reason of their personal freedom:

“Fuck them. Fuck their freedom. I want my freedom to live. I want to get out of the house. I want to go next door and play chess. I want to go take some pictures.”

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If Howard wants so badly to do those things, he can just do them. That’s what those who appreciate their freedoms have been doing with those very freedoms. If Howard himself has been vaccinated, he’d face no risk of getting COVID, if the vaccine were as effective as other vaccines. And if he weren’t (by reason of medical exemption), he’d be taking a risk intrinsic to living life, comparable to catching the flu.

That’s how it goes, sometimes, you don’t have the same kind of health that someone else has, and that makes your choice of activities more narrow than theirs. Fact of life.

Howard, who once upon a time was marketed under the pretense of being shocking and anti-establishment, is now taking a pro-establishment position with no risk of retaliation on the part of advertisers. And over what? He wants everyone else in the world around him to get a vaccine they might not even want, just so he’ll feel safer going outside and doing stuff.

And we’re supposed for feel bad for him after he spent the better part of his life as a multi-millionaire who made bank by contributing nothing to society except firing off his mouth on the radio, and making a movie that no one cares about.

Not everyone can understand why anyone would watch videos on YouTube about people playing video games or eating food, when people can just do these things themselves. I wonder how many of these same people listen to a radio show about a rich man who goes to night clubs and talks about seeing anatomical features that half of all people have?

Another point one can make about Stern is that he talks as though he thinks we’re still consuming the same old news stories that were going around at the early part of the pandemic:

“The other thing I hate is that all these people with COVID who won’t get vaccinated are in the hospitals clogging it up.”

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Remember back when they opened stadiums up with hospital beds, to prepare to treat an expected influx of patients? Remember when they closed those makeshift treatment centers down because, as it turns out, they didn’t need them? What hospitals is he going to that he couldn’t get in because of all the COVID patients?

What’s more, Howard is blowing his stack, saying that people who refused the vaccine should be denied medical care, overlooking the fact that people can refuse the vaccine for some compelling reasons, such as the suspicion that it hasn’t been sufficiently tested before being released to market, or due to concerns over spike proteins.

It’s easy to see past all the bluster and realize that the real reason why Howard is so salty is because we’re going to be the ones writing the history books, by reason of the fact that we’re the ones going out and living life and procreating.

What’s really sad about this is that we lived to see the day that Howard used his platform to proclaim the following:

“Fuck their freedom.”

Howard Stern, whose entire career is owed to free expression and the private ownership of the means of production, is apparently selective when it comes to what freedoms are applied, and how.

Because Howard Stern (and leftism in general) is out of touch with reality, they lack the cognition that freedom is not granted by human government, it’s axiomatic in a similar sense to natural law. Everyone has a right to their own sincere convictions. Everyone, when attacked, has a right to defend themselves. Everyone has a right to their own property, without it being unjustly or unfairly extracted. If any humanly devised system ignores these axiomatic fundamental rights, they still exist, and the system itself is in the wrong. Whether you’re a celebrity, radio personality, or king, if you ignore or act contrary to these rights, you are wrong.

But no one has a right to a life that’s free from risk. Risk, including the risk of getting sick, or getting attacked by an animal, or ending up impaled on something, is an intrinsic element of the reality that we live in. Attempts to alleviate those risks are usually reasonable, but sometimes not. Attempts to eliminate those risks are often wrongheaded.

If COVID is something you’re concerned about, you can plan accordingly for yourself. What you can’t do is limit another person’s freedom of movement or bodily autonomy. Whatever choices you make for yourself, you do with the possibility of whatever consequences that follow as a result.

While Howard Stern is free to have his own opinion, that includes his right to a misinformed or misguided opinion, a right he’s done nothing to waive. While Harlan Ellison may not like it, people do have a right to be ignorant.

But if you’re one of the few people left who still listen to Howard Stern, you should ask yourself what you’re listening to. When you listen to a rich man with a radio show hobnob with strippers and ruthlessly lampoon members of his own cast, is it really because there’s nothing else to listen to? As a person who gets up early in the morning, goes to work, comes home to eat poor people food, and usually barely pays the bills, it’s easy for me to say that Howard Stern doesn’t speak for me.