• Redcuban1959 [any]@hexbear.netEnglish
    31·
    2 months ago

    Carlos Latuff has been drawing cartoons like since 1990, but most are in Brazilian Portuguese. I think he lived in Iran and Egypt for some time and returned recently to Brazil, since he is also a supporter of Lula da Silva.

    • ShinkanTrain@lemmy.mlEnglish
      20·
      2 months ago

      Got introduced to those cartoons way back in high school from my high school geography teacher who’d put one in every other lesson. 🫡 to the all the based teachers out there who get their students to despise the US.

      • ShimmeringKoi [comrade/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
        13·
        2 months ago

        Shoutout to my high school 20th century history teacher, who despite being a press-ganged football coach knew a whole hell of a lot about dirty wars and cold war era-empire.

        He’s how I learned about the role of US special forces in other countries, he never once said the words “military advisors” without doing the air quotes

  • Zuzak [fae/faer, she/her]@hexbear.netEnglish
    24·
    2 months ago

    Came to talk about the draft.

    They got a building down New York City, it’s called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. ‘Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o’ mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, “Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604.”

    And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.

    I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL."

    And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL, " and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL.” And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, “You’re our boy!”

    Didn’t feel too good about it.