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This is the general idea. In case your parents weren’t sadistic, child-hating bastards that put these goddamned prints up on your wall when you were a wee, impressionable slip of a weasel.

This one is was called Cleo. 

To be perfectly fair to my sadistic, child-hating parents, I’m pretty sure I bought the set of four Gig prints for myself out of an ad in a comic book. With a dollar twenty-five I scraped together, possibly by raiding my mother’s purse.

God, it’s no wonder I have to fight the impulse to morph into Mad Cat Lady every damn day of my life.

Maybe just a touch more sad and lost looking. A downturn to the mouth maybe? If Iowahawk won’t give you the grant, I will. In shiny new pennies.

Oh, and maybe a joint hanging out of his mouth?

Eyes need work but yeah I can see where you’re going. Its either that or the “can you draw x? Sign up for our art course” Obama.

Binky! Draw Binky, Win a Prize!

Actually, the Famous Artists School gave some fairly good, serious instruction…albeit by mail.

I used to work with a draughtsman who sat at a huge oak desk of pre-War vintage that we called Binky. The desk, not the artist. Last time we moved offices, I could’ve had Binky. But I knew he would never make the trip across the Atlantic.

Those things cost THOUSANDS to buy.

I love everything Weasel does. More please? A Chesire cat, next, with that unchanging smile? More of Obama as iconic cat art!?

Oh, man…if I had Flash on this machine, I could make his eyes ping-pong like the Felix clock 🙂

Here’s an Idea. You could do representations of the kittehs I fostered (the early ones, before I got them cleaned up and properly fed) all around his feet with the big googly eyes. heighten the pity party to the max….

🙂

I couldn’t stand it, Scoob. I’m getting the kitteh jones real bad lately. Uncle B has to grab a fistful of the back of my shirt whenever we pass a Free Kittens sign.

UB won’t let you have another kitteh? Thats MEAN!!! I say you should make him eat Ultra-Spicy Chorezo sausage every night for a month until he relents……

As my childhood taught me, you can NEVER have TOO MANY kittehs (as long as you can take proper care of them…..)

Uncle B would be down with it. Charlotte, our current cat, hates other cats with a flamey hate of hatred and flaminess.

She went from a loving, sweet creature to a snarling, hissing bad-ass within minutes of Damien appearing in my kitchen. And she didn’t forgive me until six months after he disappeared, two years and a bit later.

Please dont kill the messenger.

but iowahawks rules say, “The only guideline is that your art must promote unswerving blind allegiance to me, and all that I represent.”

now dont all flame me but not sure that big kitty eyed obama represents iowahawk.
but I LOVE YOU WEAS!

Good lord! There were RULES?!

See, that explains why I could never get a government grant.

(S’okay, Wendy — he’s accepted other artworks centered around The One. Like the NEA, Iowahawk’s definition of art is infinitely flexible).

Phew! I just didnt want you to be disqualified on a technicality! I really thinnk you deserve that $33.18!

AH…. Much is now revealed. Charlotte is a control freak, and has you securely within the palm of her paw.

A VERY inconvenient situation indeed……..

My big problem is that Princess (my eldest dog) tries to adopt any kittens I bring in. The slobber on their fur from her misguided attempts at bathing is HORRIBLE!!!

It’s the truth. Scubafreak. That little black and white scrap of near-death-experience, Charlotte, grew-up into a very complicated but exceptionally loveable cat.

It would be like cutting the solid ground from beneath her little feet if we made her share.

My parents put one of those Felix clocks in my room. It freaked me out every night.

You will win Weasel. You are the best.

My only suggestion; make his ears a Lot bigger.

He looks like an alien/black person crossbreed.

Man, if I can’t come up with that paintin’ of Soetoro with a drug dealer’s wiener in his mouth by Sunday, I’m a goner.

Too bad you can’t work NuclearKitteh into it…. 😉

Your cat sounds like my cat. The only other cat she ever got along with was her brother, but he expired at the age of about two, alas. As far as Xena is concerned all other cats are The Enemy.

Jesus-fucking-Christ, that image is going to haunt my nightmares for YEARS…

I’m sending you my God Damn therapy bill…

I just left iowahawk’s place & rushed here, thinking, “This is a job for STOATY!!!” but I see you have it well in hand. You rule.

Fuck me. I was just off to bed, it being oh-one-hundred here and work beckoning. Would that I had stupefacients at hand sufficient to overpower the image of Sad Obama™ that is now embedded in my pre-frontal cortex like a grenade fragment.

By the Hammer of Grabthar, I shall be avenged!

Can I haz sympathy (and Universal Health Care, and Olympics, and Cap and Trade and car copmpanies, and banks and….)

Mr. Gillies:

It’s “Grabthar’s Hammer”, not “Hammer of Grabthar”.

See, e.g., “Galaxy Quest” and “Strunk & White – The Elements of Style.”

Just sayin’.

Stoaty, the big-eyed Obama reminds me of The Fly, as in: “Help meeeeeeeeeee!”

Looks like he’s been momentarily exposed to hard vacuum. Poor bastard.

i wroted u an helth billz, but i flubt it.

being prez iz hard, i canz go bak to campayningz pleez?

(Yeah, he definitely needs more pouting down in the lower half of the face.)

*Note to self…swallow that coffee AFTER you’re done looking at the Weasel Times!* Coffee in the sinuses ees no so good…

However, you rock, Stoatie! I hope you win the worthless American monies.

I’m with Allen: More pitifulnessitude.

And, say–What about a Sermon On The Mount take-off? You could call it “Suffer the Little Children”.

Yeah my mom has a course from them at round 1960 and I learned a lot from that stuff. Really good course, really.

The tough part to capture is how Gig and Keane got a sort of winsome “well I’ll be okay anyway” expression, the kind of smile a starving child gives when he’s trying to be brave.

And I like this, but I think I’d vote for “racist pixel” just to put a thumb in the eye of the modern art critic/gallery tards.

Okay, I incorporated all the critiques and sent off my entry. You’re right — pitifuller is better! Also, the bigger ears were a help.

hmmmmn, I like it but I think it needs him to be doing that little FU finger/just scratching my face thing he does during debates.

btw, I loved those sad kitten pictures when I was a kid. I even saved up my baby sitting/ironing money to buy some note cards and sationary. I wish I still had some. Sigh. Funny how nostalgia gets you by the boo boo sometimes.

Scotty, scotty scotty…… ‘Quatermass and the pit’ was just a movie. Nuclearkitteh isn’t going to hover over your home and turn your neighborhood to evil overnight……

Unless you live in Detroit…. 😉

Hmm, maybe a broken teleprompter in the background?

My mom painted a copy of a sad-eyed puppy in an alley; now I know who to blame. Unfortunately I’ve inherited none of her artistic ability. Probably safer that way. otherwise I’d be making things like oh, Piss Obama or TOTUS reflecting in the mirror as Obama. Or the mirror reflecting an empty suit. Or Keith Olbermann as a tot in a sailor suit sucking on a lollipop emblazoned with the “O” logo and holding a bunch of balloons with caricatures of BHO’s head.

Damn. Maybe I should take an enrichment course in drawing at a local community college. Lord knows I could use the thirty-three bucks. *reads* Doubt I could get up to speed by Sunday, though.

Needs a caption..a hand lettered sign on cardboard that reads something like :

“Will read speeches for food.”
or
“Will do voice overs for food.”

Yeah, I would second the suggestion on the ear enlargement. Other than that, it is perfect. 🙂 Where will you spend all your winnings?

Love the pshop.
That’s great.

ROFL on the art. Wonder how he’s look with a *spit* Nobel Prize *spit* and a teleprompter somewhere in there.

Weas, you are the artistic muse of the intertubes.