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Journal Entry: Sun Dec 7, 2014, 11:18 AM

In my previous journal/rant I talked about censorship of the internet and arbitrary decisions about what is acceptable and unacceptable. This time I will bring up the difference between what is real and what is not.


It is partially connected to my previous subject of contemplation.


In the last decade of XX-th century and in present times we seem to have lost the ability to critically analyse everything we encounter on screen, be that TV, cinema or computer. In other words we are ready to buy anything they try to sell us. I mostly blame Hollywood, but in truth it's actually people's fault. It is us who enjoy exaggeration, who demand things to be faster, bigger and more. Somehow we lost the common sense to tell that what we see is not how the life is.


In the other hand, producers happily feed us with non-sense disguised as pseudo-science. We watch CSI (which ever one you choose) and see a police officer in dandy heels, with perfectly groomed hair collecting micro evidence on a crime scene. All nice and fancy, except it's a total BS: police officers don't collect evidence, forensic team does and they don't saunter around in stylish clothes – they wear white suits and have their hair covered it matching caps. And the analysis of any evidence (such as DNA or chemical substance) doesn't take fifteen minutes, it takes weeks.


We watch action film and our eyes shine at how the hero runs around with his trusty gun. Except, yeah, you don't hold riffle like that, nor hand gun. And you can't fire two pistols at the same time with such accuracy (sorry Quentin Tarantino, I know it looks bad-arse but it won't work) – you can shoot two guns at the same time, but you will only score hits from them both if you shoot a large herd of zombies... or an angry but slow mob. And no, shooting from the hip won't work either (save for the situation I just mentioned). You need to aim in order to score a hit, and you need to hold your arms still. And no, you do not run around pointing your gun at people, accidents happen.


We watch a film and we see as the team blows things into kingdom come and we see how they run away from explosion that throws them on the ground, then they get up and walk away... but somehow we missed their burned back with shrapnel sticking out if it. And, BTW, you can't shoot an engine block to stop a car, if you do, you will fail. Shooting people won't look like on the screen either, it won't end pretty.


And for all those who enjoy porn. For the sake of sanity, no, you can't do all the stuff they did. They are actors who came not only prepared (and the preparations often take days) to perform these stunts you see, the positions they take are not the most rewarding and pleasant ones: they're the ones that give the camera the best angle. And people don't look like that, they have make-up all over... including down there, they have a crew that makes sure they look smashing all the way through, real people do get sweaty. And people don't talk like porn stars, unless they want to sound like porn stars that is. And in the end, they are sore in more places you know a person can be sore in, but they get paid for it. You will only get sore and chances are, your partner will hate it.


Ah, and the car chase scenes, naturally. Don't drive like that unless you're on race track. No, you are not a professional stunt driver (unless you actually are a stunt driver or race driver, that is) and you cannot pull all the stunts you saw on screen with your brand new Fiat 500, or Mini or Ford Escort, or Volkswagen Golf, or even your white 1997 Peugeout 406 (for all the enthusiasts of Taxi – the film with Samy Naceri). Chase scenes are set by professionals and usually take couple of totalled cars to film. And even if you repaint your 1969 Dodge Charger orange, paint a Confederacy flag on its roof, and 01 on its welded doors, change its horn to play “Dixie” and name it “General Lee”; you can't pretend you are not Bo Duke, if you'll try to drive like him you will kill a lot of pedestrians, probably other drivers, maybe yourself and if not, you will be arrested. The same goes if you try any of the other chase comedies stunts.


For the sake of any and every deity you worship, don't take everything they try to feed you with as possible or even probable. Memorise this: producers and script writers LIE, it is called licentia poetica and it is a fancy name for “I just made it up”. Most of the films based on historical events twist facts too, it is licentia poetica as well.


I take comfort in the fact that there are sites on the internet where in more or less humorous manner, people explain to other people that what they see on the screen is not real. Perhaps in time, those who lost their ability to think straight, will regain it.


And those who don't? I just hope they won't kill any innocent bystanders (if there even is such a thing) when they will stick some light to their old Pontiac Trans Am and pretend they're a Knight Rider.


Your truly.

CA.



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CzarnaArcher
Czarna Archer
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
Poland
Type of deviant: Mad Scientist.

Born:
Late XX century. I'm old enough to remember what happened 25 years ago.

How do I look:
If you must know, I dress black (and sometimes camouflage or dark colour accessories), wear combat boots, but lately gave a chance other types of boots (and still think combat boots are the best). I am very pale, blonde, green eyes, short (1,57 meter or 5'1 feet), hour shape figure, and rather classic face features.

My personality:
I have an obsessive personality, in positive way of course. I tend to be expert about anything I'm obsessed with. If it's interesting enough it becomes my hobby, if not, I get bored and find myself new thing to be obsessed with.

Also, I am dyslexic, a bit hyperactive at times (don't feed me sugar or I'll start to bouncing the walls an ceiling).

:work:
Preferred tools of trade:

For traditional work:
- pencils;
- ink pens;
- rapidograph;
- colour pencils;
- oil pastels;
- crayons;
-good old paper.

For digital work:
- Wacom tablet (currently Bamboo);
- GIMP or Photoshop (depending what I currently have at my disposal);
- various other programs (like Photofiltre, My Paint, Paint Net, Deep Paint);
- my computer(s).


Current Residence: Warsaw, Poland.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
Print preference: Large
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Reggae, Blues, Jazz (sometimes).
Favourite photographer: Police photographer
Favourite style of art: Don't have. I love'em all.
Operating System: I have masochistic leaning - try guess.
MP3 player of choice: creative zen nad my phone.
Wallpaper of choice: Antythin unearthly.
Favourite cartoon character: Diego, the Sabretooth Tiger from Ice Age lol
Personal Quote: Carpe noctem et memento vitae.
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Supergate by CzarnaArcher
Supergate
This is usable (for Photoshop and GIMP) file.

Supergate is the Ori build gigantic version of regular Stargate.
This is not perfect re-drawing the TV-series because I couldn't be bothered to keep the proper angle of all the segments, but there is the exact same number of them as in the show. It's close enough though to work.

Disclaimer: MGM's.
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Run.


Run my baby run my baby run

Run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun

Too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun

So run my baby run my baby run– Garbage “Run”.


Warnings: Violence, explicit language, maybe some sex (but I’m not sure) – you know, the usual.


Timing: Post season 2 finale, in my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.


Rating: T to M (and possibly even MA).


Pairings: multiple.


Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story’s plot and OC’s © me. There may be some OC’s that aren’t mine – they belong to their respective creators.


No one here to help – the intro.


Run run away from me before I change into something you won’t like

Go on get away from here before I show you something you can't fight

The moon is getting higher and i got no control over myself

My blood is boiling baby and no one here to help” – Meteors „Wolfjob”


oOo


Constancy. The Capitol. October 18th 1).


Peaceful Tyranny shone in bright morning light of morning sun. It was mid spring on the northern hemisphere. The Cybertronian ship landed in the polar area, but even there it was more than obvious that it was time when all biological life awoke to blossom and produce offspring… in large quantities.


The belly of the slick ship opened and allowed its inhabitants to step on the planet’s surface, though ‘step’ wasn’t the most fitting word in case of the last Cybertronian to leave the ship. In fact, the five mechs looked rather amusing as they appeared.


Two largest of them went out first, as if they were body guards of some sort. They also acted like that: looking around with grim faces. One of them even had a visor on his optics with stylised ‘x’ on it.


Then smaller one left, this was slim and would look perfectly harmless if not for the gigantic barrel on his back. He also looked around, only one could not tell his expression because he wore face mask, but he did eyed everything like a professional bailiff.


Fourth to get out was a bit shorter mech with empty optic sockets. He had a long leash at which end was small looking (at least in comparison to him) turbofox with extremely malicious looking face. If not for the fact that the loose leash and size of the turbofox, one could think that the robotic canine was some sort of guide dog, but it looked more like an owner and his spoiled Chihuahua.


The last one to come out, or rather roll out was large, heavy and heavily armed tank. It rolled down the ramp slowly until it reached the surface, then the tank shifted into heavy mech with double cannon on his right arm.


If someone would observe it, it would look like the last mech was just some banana (or its robotic equivalent) republic from some backwater constellation dictator and the one with the turbofox was his bored trophy-wife.


Naturally it would be completely wrong conclusion despite of how it all looked. In fact, such a conclusion couldn’t be farer from truth. The five mech were the most feared Decepticons in history, save for Megatron himself (who was more respected than feared anyway), and none of them was even close to be anyone’s trophy-wife, bored or otherwise.


The two first mechs were Helex and Tesarus. Both large, heavy and having auxiliary arms. Both able to turn their bodied into torture devices. The third one was Vos, he transformed into small battle station but everyone knew that it wasn’t his original transformation and that he went through long and excruciating process in the Foundry to change his transformation patterns. He also spoke only in Primal Vernacular for some odd reason. The fourth one, one with the turbofox, was Kaon a mech who turned into an electric chair. He used to transform into medical diagnostic chair that allowed scans EM fields of his patients and was officially a nurse, but he changed his purpose and paid high price as his own voltage fried his optic array. It didn’t trouble him much though; he could sense electric fields of anything and everything. The last one was their leader, Tarn, an intellectualist with vicious streak, a scholar and a sadist, a music lover and fundamentalist, and hopeless addict to shape changing.


The last one was the turbofox, The Pet, which wasn’t really. The creature started its existence as a turbofox but then became infected with whatever changed Cyberlife forms into sparkeaters, and indeed, the turbofox became sparkeater itself. The Pet gained semi-intelligence thanks to that change (which was an added value as a Cybertronian infected by sparkeater-mutagen usually lost most of their IQ) and was partially domesticated, with emphasis on ‘partially’. No one really knew what gender The Pet was and no one felt brave enough to check, but Kaon was fond of him and the fondness was mutual and to the point that The Pet didn’t try to devour Sparks of the D.J.D. … Any more.


“What do we have here?” Tarn asked while looking around.


“Thundercracker.” Kaon replied. He was responsible for maintaining The List, which meant he was the one deciding where they go next.


“I didn't realise we were after him.” Helex looked back at the D.J.D's communication officer. “Traitor or deserter?”


“Neither. And he is not on The List... as a target.” Kaon replied 'looking' back at Helex. “Not yet anyway.”


“Quid autem fecit?”2) Asked Vos giving Kaon curious optic.


“Nothing illegal, as far as we know. But he is in the Capitol's clinic for War Victims.”


“Already bored.” Tesarus growled and vented deeply. He never was the patient kind.


“Isn't that loony bin ran by Auto-scum?” Helex asked, suddenly more interested.


“It employs both Autobots and Decepticons, also few organics and even one or two NAILs 3).” Kaon explained patiently, there was slight smirk on his lips. “It's been approved by Lord Megatron, so each and every Decepticon works here legally and we're not allowed to execute the Autobots either.”


“So why do we bother?” Tesarus growled.


“We're here to evaluate Thundercracker's claim on suffering from... um... a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Apparently. Kaon cited the note they received about Thundercracker.


“Isn't that what shrinks are for?” Helex crossed his secondary arms... or rather tried as they were rather short.


“We do not believe Autobot medics.” Tarn decided. “At least not entirely.”


“According to his file, Thundercracker's case isn't very severe but it was decided that he requires a stay in the clinic.” Kaon continued. “He attends to several therapy sessions and... Occupational Therapy... whatever it means. We will talk to the medics in charge of his recover and then him.”


“You meant: we will scare the Autoscum until they leak their transmission fluids?” Tesarus grinned a little.


“We may give them a scare, but not too much.” Tarn decided. “Rossum is working there, and he is one of Megatron's top medics, he will report to Megatron if we will disturb his calm too much.”


“Aww...” Tesarus deflated visibly.


“But we will remain as authoritative as Decepticon Justice Division should!” Tarn bellowed with feeling, making everyone's Sparks literally jump. “And may Primus have mercy on Thundercracker if he isn't suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.”


“I have this feeling, that even if he isn't now, he'll start the moment he sees us.” Helex grinned.


oOo


The War Victims Clinic.


Rossum felt his helm ache forming. He was by no means scared of the D.J.D. or at least not more than any Decepticon of high enough stance. After all, he was the one who performed their modifications.


But he was sick and tired of the effect the trigger happy bunch had on everyone else. Chromedome locked himself in his office and refused to leave. First Aid was on his last nerves, the question was what his meltdown would look like: panic frenzy or violence? The mech was a true medic, and that meant that he had short temper. Last time he lost his nerves he burst into hysteric fit and yelled at Lobe for half a day. Speaking of the mech, Lobe being technically their boss, was doing his best to be as passive aggressive as mechly possible. Tarn and his bunch couldn't do much, because the facility was Decepticon approved but it was still stepping on a thin ice. Lobe, despite all his authority was an Autobot and one that served the regime of Nova, Nominus and Zeta, and after the war broke he allied himself with Autobots.


Now, Rossum was chief of the surgeons (some patients were physically crippled during the war on top of their PTSD), First Aid was head of the Internal Medicine (because being war victim didn't mean that someone can't suffer from some ailment) and Lobe was in charge of the psychiatric ward and entire clinic.


They were all there because the D.J.D. required their permission to visit a patient. It seemed to be an impass.


“And I will not allow you to walk around like you own the place and scare MY PATIENTS.” Love finished his rant.


“We only want to scare one of them.” Tarn assured in velvety tones that it theory should melt Lobe into compliant goo, but somehow Lobe remained unaffected by the large Decepticon's amazing vocal abilities.


“I said no scaring patients.” Lobe narrowed his optic. “They're suppose to recover here not get scared even more.”


“This is bad for them.” First Aid agreed. “They will get stressed, you will leave and I will be left with prescribing them insane amounts of tank menders!”


Rossum almost sighed, it looked like First Aid was in mood for hysteria. “Tarn, don't give me that look, if they say no, I say no.” He shook his helm. “You cannot enter the ward.”


Tarn glared for a moment. Rossum joined Decepticons despised he fact that most of his peers joined Autobots. That and the fact that he was one of the best surgeons and metallurgists got him high stance in Decepticons ranks along with Megatron's trust and even respect (though not much sympathy). He was the one who worked on them, and on some other mechs to improve their armours. He was important enough to get his cranial structure reconstructed after Overlord crushed his helm, and that spoke volumes about how high Rossum was in Decepticons' ranks. Tarn knew that he couldn't just massacre this mech without Megatron asking questions and being angry. It was diplomacy time, not harassment time.


“What if he will come here?” Kaon proposed. At that moment Tarn could almost hug the blind mech.


“I guess...” Lobe blinked few times. “But only after I give it a go, he really needs peace and quiet.”


“By all means. But tell him that it is for his own good.” Tarn pierced Lobe with single stare. “If he's not trying to pull... Catch 22 4)on us that is.”


“He's not, but give us a moment.” Rossum decided that he would ask First Aid for some menders after the D.J.D. would leave. “Lobe needs to evaluate his current state.”


oOo


Thundercracker sat calmly behind a table. Despite not following his younger brother's steps and attending to Iaconian Academy of Science and Technology, he studied ballistics and even managed to reach engineer degree. And he was good in his field.


The mech looked normal to Tarn, but then again, most nut cases looked normal especially when on drugs. It only started when they opened their mouths. Thundercracker was heavier than Starscream and he always, absolutely always looked healthy and strong. And despite being the calmest of his entire Trine, he was deadly if he wanted to and he could hold his ground against Tarn if he chose to fight. But no matter how strong and fast he was, he could not fight entire D.J.D.


“You have no reasons to be nervous, Thundercracker, we just need to evaluate your state.” Tarn spoke in his most calming voice and allowed it to tune in on Thundercracker's Spark. “If you're honest, you are safe. You only need to fear if you're trying to avoid participation in The Cause.”


“I only agreed to talk to you to get you out of my helm 5).” Thundercracker replied in tired voice. Lately, he was tired all the time. “I want to be back to being bored. I like being bored. It is much better than not being bored. It is certainly better than being shot at.”


“Let us talk about being shot at, shall we?” Tarn smiled behind his mask. His optics gleamed.


oOo


“And if I will never see you again, it will still be too soon!” Love pushed Kaon out of the clinic. “And I swear, if he... “At this moment he pointed at Vos who despite having a face mask looked sheepish. “... will ever make any kind of trick with his facemask ever again while on this planet, I will rewire his brain module into that of a glitch mouse!”


“Well, I can only congratulate you on making Lobe to go postal.” Rossum looked rather unimpressed, but he was the one who constructed Vos' facemaks in the first place. “And from now on you are banned from this clinic. I will make sure that Megatron will know about and sanction it. And tell Tesarus to put some cool aid on it.”


After that the door shut close.


“Well, congratulations Vos.” Helex gave his linguistic purist companion cold glare. “Next time we're in hospital, do keep your face mask shut.”


“Unde possum scire quod prae reflecti?” Vos mumbled and observed his pedes. “Populus plerumque quod quisque minxit, cum videret terebras.” 6)


“Usually doesn't mean always. And this was Thundercracker, he's not just some random follower, he won't leak transmission fluid and run away screaming.” Helex helped Tesarus to get on his pedes from the curd the mech was sitting on.


“Iam me purgo” 7) Vos growled.


“Enough, it is done. And it is a lesson to all of us: a shell shocked seeker will attack at the sight of Vos' drills.” Tarn saw it prudent to step in. “Vos, since it was your action, you will help Tesarus to walk.”


“Ut voles.” Vos mumbled and helped Tesarus, who limped badly.


TBC


1) This chapter happens during Spider Woman (and before the last scene in the story).

2) “What he did?” - I use latin to distinguish Primal Vernacular from Neocybex (for which I use English).

3) NAIL – Non-Aligned Indigenous Life-forms. Cybertronian Cyvilians in other words.

4) You know, as in the novel.

5) If TC had hair, he would say: “out of my hair”.

6) How was I supposed to know he will react like this? People usually wet themselves when the see the drills.

7) I apologised already.

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Fiction and Facts.

Journal Entry: Sun Dec 7, 2014, 11:18 AM

In my previous journal/rant I talked about censorship of the internet and arbitrary decisions about what is acceptable and unacceptable. This time I will bring up the difference between what is real and what is not.


It is partially connected to my previous subject of contemplation.


In the last decade of XX-th century and in present times we seem to have lost the ability to critically analyse everything we encounter on screen, be that TV, cinema or computer. In other words we are ready to buy anything they try to sell us. I mostly blame Hollywood, but in truth it's actually people's fault. It is us who enjoy exaggeration, who demand things to be faster, bigger and more. Somehow we lost the common sense to tell that what we see is not how the life is.


In the other hand, producers happily feed us with non-sense disguised as pseudo-science. We watch CSI (which ever one you choose) and see a police officer in dandy heels, with perfectly groomed hair collecting micro evidence on a crime scene. All nice and fancy, except it's a total BS: police officers don't collect evidence, forensic team does and they don't saunter around in stylish clothes – they wear white suits and have their hair covered it matching caps. And the analysis of any evidence (such as DNA or chemical substance) doesn't take fifteen minutes, it takes weeks.


We watch action film and our eyes shine at how the hero runs around with his trusty gun. Except, yeah, you don't hold riffle like that, nor hand gun. And you can't fire two pistols at the same time with such accuracy (sorry Quentin Tarantino, I know it looks bad-arse but it won't work) – you can shoot two guns at the same time, but you will only score hits from them both if you shoot a large herd of zombies... or an angry but slow mob. And no, shooting from the hip won't work either (save for the situation I just mentioned). You need to aim in order to score a hit, and you need to hold your arms still. And no, you do not run around pointing your gun at people, accidents happen.


We watch a film and we see as the team blows things into kingdom come and we see how they run away from explosion that throws them on the ground, then they get up and walk away... but somehow we missed their burned back with shrapnel sticking out if it. And, BTW, you can't shoot an engine block to stop a car, if you do, you will fail. Shooting people won't look like on the screen either, it won't end pretty.


And for all those who enjoy porn. For the sake of sanity, no, you can't do all the stuff they did. They are actors who came not only prepared (and the preparations often take days) to perform these stunts you see, the positions they take are not the most rewarding and pleasant ones: they're the ones that give the camera the best angle. And people don't look like that, they have make-up all over... including down there, they have a crew that makes sure they look smashing all the way through, real people do get sweaty. And people don't talk like porn stars, unless they want to sound like porn stars that is. And in the end, they are sore in more places you know a person can be sore in, but they get paid for it. You will only get sore and chances are, your partner will hate it.


Ah, and the car chase scenes, naturally. Don't drive like that unless you're on race track. No, you are not a professional stunt driver (unless you actually are a stunt driver or race driver, that is) and you cannot pull all the stunts you saw on screen with your brand new Fiat 500, or Mini or Ford Escort, or Volkswagen Golf, or even your white 1997 Peugeout 406 (for all the enthusiasts of Taxi – the film with Samy Naceri). Chase scenes are set by professionals and usually take couple of totalled cars to film. And even if you repaint your 1969 Dodge Charger orange, paint a Confederacy flag on its roof, and 01 on its welded doors, change its horn to play “Dixie” and name it “General Lee”; you can't pretend you are not Bo Duke, if you'll try to drive like him you will kill a lot of pedestrians, probably other drivers, maybe yourself and if not, you will be arrested. The same goes if you try any of the other chase comedies stunts.


For the sake of any and every deity you worship, don't take everything they try to feed you with as possible or even probable. Memorise this: producers and script writers LIE, it is called licentia poetica and it is a fancy name for “I just made it up”. Most of the films based on historical events twist facts too, it is licentia poetica as well.


I take comfort in the fact that there are sites on the internet where in more or less humorous manner, people explain to other people that what they see on the screen is not real. Perhaps in time, those who lost their ability to think straight, will regain it.


And those who don't? I just hope they won't kill any innocent bystanders (if there even is such a thing) when they will stick some light to their old Pontiac Trans Am and pretend they're a Knight Rider.


Your truly.

CA.



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Censorship of the Internet.

Journal Entry: Fri Dec 5, 2014, 9:22 AM


Hello my Darlings.


Some of you might have heard that there will be internet porn censorship in Great Britain, which in itself is nothing bad, after all, there are under aged internet users who shouldn't be exposed to hard core porn (nor soft core porn for that matter). The problem is... well, there are two problems to be honest.

First: the idea of censoring the internet as such. It is simply wrong. Internet should be always free for it is the last place where thoughts, ideas and widely understood creativity can flourish (and the only restriction is that it never should encourage or praise illegal activities, but that's the matter of server owners who can simply remove the illegal contents).

Second: one of these restrictions is very sexist. Mostly they ban humiliating one or more of the participant of the porn material, which objectively is good if it is seen as simply sexual violence prevention. But there is one... well, since I'm no prude, I will say it allows ejaculation but only male, not female one – and that's sexist! If they bad humiliating both men and women, then they should either ban or allow both.


But this leads us to another problem, which has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with arbitrary rules of what is allowed and what is banned (for the sake of children).


Let's take the most trivial (or is it?) subject: cartoons.


I remember that as a pre teen I often watched loony tunes and merry melodies and laughed myself silly. Every time when Road Runner made Willy E. Coyote blow himself up, smash against a large rock, or fall from dizzying height. Same was when Ducky was repeatedly shot by Elmer Fudd and his beak spun around his head, or just downright fell off. I won't even mention all the things that Bugs did.

Same went with Tom and Jerry.

Back then I just laughed and thought nothing of it, and to be honest, my mum never spoke about it with me (mainly because she was laughing just as much as I did), but today I know that these cartoons are insanely violent, and are not something that I would recommend showing to young people. Well, perhaps if said young people are bright minded, they can manage it, but not all are like that (number of cases where young and not so young people shoots others because they saw it in the TV, cinema or video game; proves that not everyone is intelligent enough tell the difference between fiction and reality).


Now, let's take relatively recently made adult cartoon known as Happy Tree Friends. We all agree that it is extremely violent (at least those of us that saw it that is). All those falling of eyeballs, brains, blood, and one case of post traumatic disorder.

Reaction to this cartoon was pretty much the same everywhere: violent and disgusting, it should not be allowed, yadda yadda yadda.

But seriously, aside of the disgusting parts, is it that violent? Is it more violent that what Tom and Jerry did? Is it more violent than what Willy E. Coyote tried to do to Road Runner (and ended up doing to himself instead)?


Obviously everything that Warner Bros and MGM presented in loony tunes and merry melodies, and Tom and Jerry respectively was much more humorous and, well, had more taste. But honestly Happy Tree Friends cannot be taken seriously either (because, cartoon animals, duh) even if the cartoons are far less graceful and award winning than anything with Bugs Bunny.


In the end, while I always will say that loony tunes, merry melodies and Tom and Jerry as way more classy than Happy Tree Friends, I still say that they are even less suitable for kids than HTF.


Why?


To explain my point of view allow me to ask this simple question: if your will show a kid two short episodes of Road Runner and HTF, what will the kid learn from them?


The answer is: Road Runner will teach the kid that if you shoot someone in the face with a shot gun, they will end up covered in soot and angry while the Happy Tree Friends will teach the kid that if you shoot someone in the face with shot gun, they will end up dead.


Of course no child should be introduced to any of the aforementioned cartoons (they're for adults or adolescents ones) but it shows that “censors” and “responsible adults” decided that Happy Tree Friends cartoon is violent and evil arbitrarily, but no one says a word (or at least I never heard anyone condemning them) about loony tunes, merry melodies, Tom and Jerry and similar cartoons.


There are two conclusions (or maybe morals) to be taken from this all.


One: Arbitrary judgement is just that – an arbitrary judgement and it isn't even worth the paper it is printed on (if it is printed). Any objective debate can dismiss it wholly or partially.


Two: Young people have parents or other legal guardian for a reason, it is their job to make sure that the kid is protected from contents that are inappropriate for people their age. Not all parents/guardians have to be internet saavy, but if they're not, they still can supervise their children/charges and they can always learn how to filter the internet contents (if your don't know anyone who can help you then go to the local library, they have internet, computers and the librarian will be able to help with that, it's an easy thing really). And if they don't do that, then they are neglecting their children.


Really, we can have free internet and protect young people from inappropriate contents, we do not have to put bans and penalise everything that someone will find offensive. All we need is will to do so.


Yours truly.

CA.



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Journal CSS made by caybeach
Brushes by gvalkyrie
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: My computer's fan.
  • Reading: Comments.
  • Watching: Computer screen.

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External Links

Archer Knows Best on Tumblr - My Tumblr account, WARNING: for adults only
Archer Knows Best on Twitter - My Twitter. WARNING: political contain, but not only.
Stargate Wraith Mania by WraithWorshipper
Craddle of Wraiths - Russian language
Boli.Blog - for adults only (PL)

Credits

Credits:
In my deviations I used or may use in the future following fonts (all of them I aqquired by CDs or internet pages).
- Abaddon by Ragnarok POB 140333 Austin TX 78714 (from internet),
- Angel by JuliaL (from internet),
- Anquietas by Joseph Spicer (from internet),
- AVP, Blade 2, Hannibal Lecter, Sleepy Hollow, by Jens R. Ziehn (from internet and CD),
- EanBwrP72Tt by Bear Rock Technologies Corp (from CD).,
- FightThis by Apostrofe (from internet, apostrofe@mail.com),
- Helldorado by Levi (from internet),
- InvisibleKiller by Paul Rein (from CD),
- Neverwinter by Neale Davidson (from CD),
- Predator by Jim Sorenson (from internet),
- Tfu Tfu by Meir Sadan (from internet, meir@sadan.com),
- LetterOMatic by Nate Piekos (from internet, piekosarts.com/blambotfonts),
- Gringo Nights by Jakob Fisher (from internet, www.pizzadude.dk),
- Stargate by Isis Font Foundry (from CD).
- Friday 13 by Thomas W. Otto, Norfok Inc. (for atavistic growls, from internet)

Fonts found on 1001freefonts.com:
- Various fonts by www.blambot.com
- Various fonts by www.pizzadude.dk
- Various fonts from Apostrophic Laboratories
- Various from Komika

Various fonts from: www.fontspace.com

Transformers font by P. A. Vannucci
www.alphabeType.it

Autobot and Decepticon fonts downloaded from Transformers Wiki.


I also use brushes, textures and other resources delivered by redaction of Practical Photoshop.

I wish to thank to all the authors: you made my work much esier and pleasant.

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xbastex Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you so much for the watch.
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CzarnaArcher Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
No prob.
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MonBa22 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Student Interface Designer
thanks
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LetaDarnell Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2014
Check this out crystalsetsuna.deviantart.com/…

It's any fandom, so I thought you might be interested
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CzarnaArcher Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks.
I'm not sure how good I am in drawing dresses. If I will have an idea for nice dress, then sure, why not?
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