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Bernie be swift.

Straight out of the gate, if I gave a millimetre of a shit about American politics, I may be behind Bernie Sanders, he seems like a nice old dude, but I don’t so I want to see Trump win and put stripper poles in the white house and nuke Sweden.
I really don’t care, the more things change the more things stay the same in my book, and it’s always the same at the end of the day, not everyone can be happy at the same time.
So it amazes me that people can have this twinkle in their eyes for Bernie, despite years of being passed back between the two parties with a wider sorer asshole over all these years, maybe it’s just Stockholm syndrome and this new captor has a really soft voice and whispers in your ear while he robs/rapes you.
Who can tell?
But despite my indifference, I really felt for the game watching him get cuckolded by those black lives matter protestors, it was genuinely hard to watch and I actually saw a glimpse of humility in even Trump’s voice as he talked about it. Then he went back to saying he’d knock them out as is his stance on most things.

Nevertheless I watched the video of this happen and I couldn’t help thinking that this really had nothing to do with black lives and it had everything to do with narcissism and a cult like means to an end thinking. The other day it became clear to me when watching a documentary about Army of God members who shoot abortionists and burn down abortion clinics that they felt their cause was so great and ordained by god, there was nothing they could do they could not justify as being essential to the cause of stopping abortions.

The video itself is hard to watch; these idiots storm the stage, boot poor Bernie off and then continue to spout irrelevant gibberish to a bunch of people that did not come to hear this person talk while Bernie just stands off to the side like a gimp. So of course the crowd were angry and booed and then the protestors called them racist for booing. But how do you tell a self-righteous idiot it’s not because you’re black it’s because you’re being a jerk? And in doing so they silenced the only candidate that actually took part in the original civil rights movement and might actually give a shit.

But context doesn’t matter when you’re ‘fighting for the cause’. They then tried to force a two minute silence for Mike Brown, genuinely thinking the angry crowd would at the mere mention of his name, drop to ground and bow and the streets would fall silent as the grave, it’s almost painful to watch. The entitlement of these protestors is unbelievable.

It’s just selfish to hijack something that really has nothing to do with your movement and then make it all about you with some tangential link about grass roots movements, Bernie just standing there like ‘fuck, should have shot that bitch’ ;). It’s just social justice warrior bullshit, look at me, I’m oppressed, stop yelling at me, your criticism is triggering me.

So I felt I needed to make something that would draw attention to what I feel is a problem with movements like this, people just use a cause like this to elevate themselves, to feel powerful and untouchable and that they can do anything to anyone without repercussions and anyone that criticizes you is racist or sexist etc.

I’m not at all trying to say this movement is not legitimate and last I heard the blm movement was trying to get these protestors to apologise and was denouncing this action because it would hurt their movement. I just think having a movement shouldn’t give you carte blanche to be an asshole and yeah I get black lives are more important than white feels but these are the people you’re trying to win over here and how many black lives did kicking an old white guy off a stage save exactly?

Indie comics, clown samurais, post apocalyptic swashbuckling in very used cars.

Read issue one for free.

I work on a couple of indie comics; I’d say each is a little piece of me, each with its own life. This is sort of a dark reflection of my love of anime and bastardised Japanese/Asian culture.

3 Ring Samurai is a diesel-punk clown samurai revenge story. It’s basically like Caine in Kung Fu if he was a clown and… err a samurai and not a Buddhist monk… or bald..or a clown??

Pookie is left for dead and discovered on a pile of trash by some scavenger kids who with the help of their creepy grandpa nurse him back to health so he can begin his long road to revenge and trying to find some shoes that fit.

It’s based in a world a kin to fallout, but instead of the brotherhood of steel, an order out of the military applying Knightly codes to a post apocalyptic world to bring order out of chaos, the focus is on a group applying a circus code on the wastelands bringing entertainment and blood to the wastes.

The circus is like a travelling Show-gunate (get it? Right yeah killing myself, I’ll stop, just unsee that) bringing justice, a literal bread and circus circus, where criminals are put to death by the code of the circus entertainers trained to murder in really interesting ways.

But teh’applecart has been upset and Pookie has been cast out, accused of a heinous crime and now he’s to be hunted by his ex-brothers in arms for a crime he may or may not have committed.

Terrible overview over, this comic came about when I was trawling those hapless comic sites on facebook, where people huddle around the digital equivalent of a trashcan fire trying to keep their creativity warm while working for a living as a barista giving out double mocha handjobs or whatever.
So I squeezed my way around the garbage fire and threw out a few of my short stories and some of them hit home and I caught the attention of Mike (Now Ike, there was already a Mike Golden) with a weird clown story of my own about sexy killer clowns and electric kitchen knives and menstrual blood and that’s enough of that.

We bumped into each other again in a grindhouse style facebook group talking about commissioning some little grindhouse stories that never got off the ground (as is the case with most indie shorts) and in a few other debilitatingly depressing comic groups where people try to rub their creative spark between their fat middle age thighs hoping it’ll catch fire and pimply teens with ‘gender issues’ write the most banal tripe that would turn a donkey to Braille.

So of course as in love with me as Mike was (;)) he jumped at the chance to work with me again at which point, I was like, ‘Why don’t we just do our own thing?’ since we were both tired of being let down by the flakes of facebook. We connected over a similar work ethic and a love of all things martial arts. Him being into those fancy named Filipino arts with sticks and sharp sticks flailing about and me with my taekwondo and kung fu and fencing for all those years.
We thought we could put something together that would blend post apocalyptic punk tongue in cheek fun and classic kung fu movies and samurai flicks into one odd package.

So I set forth on a journey of rediscovery, I’d done kung fu for a number of years (4 to be exact) and taekwondo since I was about 12 but oddly I was never that into martial arts movies. The only one at the time I watched more than once was Romeo must die and that’s only because it came with our first dvd player so it was the only one we had.

But maybe a year or two ago, I started getting into obscure 90’s rap for some reason and I find a nice niche in the Wu Tang Clan which lead to a fascination with the RZA, being a fan of some of his scores from movies like ‘Ghost Dog’. I felt obliged to watch his attempt at a classic kung fu movie ‘The man with the iron fists’.

Needless to say it was fucking atrocious, and I never want to see a movie with Russell Crowe in it ever again. But I fell in love with the style and I wanted to explore that more. So I started watching movies like ‘Fist of the white lotus’ and ‘Five Deadly Venoms’ and my personal favourite ’36th Chamber of Shaolin’ (Or anything thing with Gordon Liu in it tbf) and I couldn’t get enough. The style, the fights, the minimal yet effective stories.
Then I watched ‘Kung Fu’ the tv show with David Carradine playing Caine the stoic shaolin monk and it was sealed. That’s not to say that I don’t see why it was cancelled, the last two seasons are awful but I don’t blame the show for that. It was made in the wrong time I think, each episode was designed to be easily consumable on its own, like a mini movie for the purpose of reruns, so you could just watch a random episode and enjoy it without having to know the context leading up to that point (Whereas today you have the internet and netflix so you can have a flowing story and watch the episodes in order to keep up with a consistent plot). And because of that it lost its grasp on a main plot and then when it tried to rekindle that, it fumbled it horrible.

But the first season I found spellbinding and I realise if I keep going on about it, this blog is going to be three times as long as it has to be. So I’ll wrap it up by just saying, I found every episode of the first season emblematic of everything I want to do with 3 Ring; Punchy and fun and enigmatic, with a strong mysterious story that clings to a tight back story slowly unfolding episode to episode filling out the character of the hero and propelling the story forward in a way that keeps the reader/watcher coming back for more.

that keeps readers wanting more and more.

See you…

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