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mburnamfink's review
5.0
I'll confess I'm nostalgic for the bad old days of the Bush Era, when we plunged into a senseless war in the Middle East on flimsy pretexts, when the constitution and civil liberties were trampled in the name of security, theocratic thugs and business suited crooked ravaged the country, and above all *I* could hate the moronic man-child that called himself the President.
Well, Kreider hits that nostalgia just right. As a person he lays it into Bush relentlessly, flaying open the hypocrisy and fear of that sad era. As an artist, he is a treasure-Hunter S Thompson and Ralph Steadman in one. Every line of his frantically inked cartoons is dripping with style and venom, and this book has over 100 with accompanying short essays explaining his creative process (booze, bitches, late night phone calls, Vicodin) and current events. The only problem with Kreider is that he retired in 2009, although I'm sure that like Jesus, he is just waiting for when we need him.
Well, Kreider hits that nostalgia just right. As a person he lays it into Bush relentlessly, flaying open the hypocrisy and fear of that sad era. As an artist, he is a treasure-Hunter S Thompson and Ralph Steadman in one. Every line of his frantically inked cartoons is dripping with style and venom, and this book has over 100 with accompanying short essays explaining his creative process (booze, bitches, late night phone calls, Vicodin) and current events. The only problem with Kreider is that he retired in 2009, although I'm sure that like Jesus, he is just waiting for when we need him.
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