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"Sorry to hear you got sand in your vagina down here in the dirty south...guess we're just not cultured nor "diverse" enough for ya...way to stereotype, based on your dismal (and extremely limited) experience...that's like me saying you self publish because you don't have the chops to cut it with a decent publisher, cause you only draw half-assed titty girls"Alberto Ruiz Says. . .
Heh, heh! A disgruntled employee. Aren't you special.
You don't know who the fuck you're talking to, I get sand in my vagina everywhere I go, North, South, East and West. I don't like people, period. You obviously have never read anything other than this post on this blog. You narrow-minded fool, You read one thing I write and because it happened to say something about where you live you get all outraged, retard!.
You didn't criticize
my apparently negative review of Boston or the one about Baltimore or The NYC crappy hotel show or why I hate Hoboken, NJ or any place else, but you. . .you are special because it's you.
Did you praise me for saying good things about
North Carolina? last time I checked that's in the South, ain't it? No worries, I didn't expect you to because I don't give a fuck whether someone approves or dissaproves what I do or say, this is about self-expression, an artist can express anything and everything is a tool towards that end.
You take it personally because its about where you live. Well, grow up, asshole! this isn't about you or about a particular place, it's about people and people are fucked up everywhere you go.
News Flash, this just in! This whole country is fucked up! The rest of the world is just as messed up as the USA and probably worst but they don't go around claiming they're champions of freedom, equality and acceptance. We do!
You don't fucking get it because you're too busy fuckin' your sister, only an inbred like you can read a "dismal" personal experience, —admittedly biased, because of individual preference—and turn it into a personal attack on the entire Southern region. I don't hate the South and its people I just hate YOU.
Personal experiences are what drive a particular human to choose a partcular place to live, and these places shape who they become. Some of us want to be treated fairly and be left alone, some places are more conservative and less tolerant of minorities, that's a fact. Some people -for whatever the reason- lack the ability to choose where they go, I'm stuck here because of all the places I've been to, this is the least retarded, but more often than not I get reminded of just how prejudiced people are, even right here in this "Melting Pot" of shit we call New York.
Chip on my shoulder the size of NJ, you bet!
No, the South doesn't do it for me, as nice as the women are, it's not diverse enough for me and my prejudices, that's my taste, bitch! and neither does NY, or CA or anywhere in between, as long as there are bigots and cowards like you hiding behind anonymity.
In case you didn't read (or maybe you were too emotional to digest) you're not special, in fact, I like the South better than I like California, where pretty much everybody is fake. Feel any better?
Don't take it personally. You stay where you are, where you're safe and comfortable. I'm going back to Atlanta next year for sure to stay with friends but not to the convention which I thought it sucked.
Go to the bathroom, jerk off and take all the emotion out of this and then take a cold shower, when you go back to re-read what I wrote, you'll realize just how foolish you've been to jump to conclusions, but I forgive you because you were too hurt by the apparent harshness of my words to understand reason.
The one thing you're right about is my half-assed tittie girls (your spelling is also acceptable)
But what should I do? draw DC/Marvel superhero comics? or "alternative comics" garbage? or illustrate children's books for Scholastic (all of which I've been offered to do at one point or another, btw)
You must be fuckin' kidding me! Do you prefer me drawing like say. . . Boris Vallejo? or Shag? Hah! Maybe I'll get a decent publisher if I were to copy Frank Frazetta and pass it as my style.
You also don't get it here because you're stupid. I DON'T fucking care about your bloody comics and I don't give two shits about the publishing industry. I draw for myself, and I make books because I LOVE books. I have said many times here that I don't consider myself a real artist, (in the American and commercial sense anyway) only somebody who likes to draw for fun. Just because I share it with you it doesn't mean I owe you shit! Why is that so fucking hard to understand?
What's a decent publisher to you? name me one and I show you a thief and a scumbag.
Brandstudio Press? Nah! I'm not a real publisher, I don't care enough about profits, I don't fuck people over, this is just a bunch of friends getting together to do our thing.
Are DC Comics or Marvel "decent" publishers?, or this and that and the other?, They're all assholes.
What I do is by choice, Moron!
I do whatever the fuck I want. You can't say that, can you? Because you need somebody to validate what you do, because you need some jerk to publish you, because you've never made anything or built anything of any consequence on your own, with your own money and you're own resources.
You'll always will work for some asshole who will exploit you to no end and you'll sit there and complain but you'll take it like a little girl because you're too afraid to make your own mark, because you value a "Giant" publisher as something of prestige and you want them to do everything for you while they treat you like shit and rob you blind. You will always be a paid slave and that's your choice so FUCK YOU!
I am not interested in anything other than drawing half-assed tittie girls for myself, I don't give a fuck if publishers like them or not. Although you can't possibly comprehend the thought of being independent and doing something just for the fuck of it, without thinking about the money it may or may not generate. You are not an artist, just try and wrap your feeble mind around that concept. Repeat after me:
"I" . . . ."Am". . ."Stupid"
Love,
—Alberto