This is a quickie editorial scribble for a story that ran in the Anchorage Press about the fabulous Christian Identity cult run by a cowpoke/Star Wars nerd from Colorado.
Some of his buds were up in the snowy climbs of Alaska performing their secret purification rites on a few of the public buildings that have been deemed "temples of the profane" (pouring vials of an olive oil-based mixture on the cornerstones). They don't like Jews, Blacks, Masons, Liberals or Darth Vadar.
Is that an elder sign?
Posted by: Eric Reanimator | March 29, 2006 at 09:57 AM
Wow, if we'd had those creepy eyeball stars embroidered on the Torah coverings at Temple Israel when I was a kid, I would have enjoyed those hours and hours and hours of services a whole lot more!
Posted by: Doris Karloff | March 30, 2006 at 09:37 AM
Nice self-portrait!
Posted by: Wee-Bone Talker | March 31, 2006 at 07:36 PM
Thanks! I'm not sure if I got the veins in my eye quite right, but I'm trying. Gotta keep 'er goin' with d'honin' and d'craftin', eh?
Posted by: Tomb | April 02, 2006 at 01:30 PM