Mine eyes have seen the glory

 

Today would have been Newt Gingrich's 83rd birthday.  I first posted my "Eye of Newt" concept back in January of 2024 when he was still alive. He has since passed on to whereever nasty conservative Republicans pass on to. So to a certain extent me creating an Eye of Newt t-shirt and promoting it on Blue Sky is in poor taste. But it is not like anyone is actually going to buy the shirt or that anyone knows or cares who Newt Gingrich was. 

As for poor taste, that's what comedy is all about. Saturday Night Live has been around for 50 years or so capitalizing on poor taste. So I am in good company. 

Yesterday I posted on Blue Sky about it being the anniversary of the death of George Reeves, the actor who played Superman on television back in the 1950s. He reportedly took his own life by shooting himself in the head. My post made a point of saying that apparently he wasn't really faster than a speeding bullet. I also posted a link to one of my hero sandwich t-shirts.

Again, another example of questionable taste. But you have got to admit that the bullet joke was funny (and a bit morbid). I'm just trying to get attention in an ocean of endless social media posts.  

A couple of days ago was National Megalodon Day and I posted this:

I didn't think it was so much in poor taste as a spot on depiction of the Orange Menace. But all I got in response was crickets. Apparently there isn't much about Trump that you post anymore that gets a reaction. The irony was that ChatGPT had no problem creating the image, but when I asked for it to add the Maga-low-don headline it started declaring it would violate it's policies.  AI hypocracy is becoming tiresome. 

I imagine the people who do see my posts on social media think I am desperated for cash because I hawk three or four t-shirts a day and occasionally try to push people to my ebay store.  I will go on record that I don't try to sell t-shirts because I think it will make me rich. I try to sell t-shirts because I've become to think of them as my primary creative outlet. I'm a Dad Joke Bad Pun machine and I want to be acknowleged for it. Writing this blog for more than twenty years hasn't got me the attention I think I deserve. So I've resort to producing hundreds of funny (and not so funny) t-shirts to get my Horton-Hears-A-Who-like attention in the universe. 

I will prevail.

Or not. But I'll leave behind hundreds of bad t-shirt designs to baffle generations to come.