LocoFotives is a conclave of wickedly disturbed,
insatiably twisted, rapaciously pixelirious pixel manipulators who are totally
mad, as in certifiably loco, tan loco como un coyote: as crazy as a
coyote, as in loco motives as a train of thought, as in any other language,
sie sind verrückt, pazzeschi, fous, loucos, locos, LOCO.
But not too dangerous. Well, not dangerous at all, if we supply them with
enough roadkill and fermented algae.
Most of them have been in the
business of altering photos to fit their satirical needs since before the
advent of the computer. When clip and paste gave way to pixels and Wacom
tablets, the depths of space became their limit, so be forewarned: never
believe what you see. Where they once were restricted to cartoon pages and
editorial sections of newspapers, including the San Juan
Horseshoe (which didn't limit them at all), these artists/cartoonists now
have been leaving their hilarious and irreverent deposits all around
cyberspace. Their works have been featured on numerous websites, including the
deliciously sarcastic All Hat No
Cattle and Internet Weekly.
Graphic works include political satire, animated GIFs, parodies
(unabashed abuse) of famous art, advertising and religious spoofs, and
unstinting lampoons of the famous and infamous. Not even their family and
friends are safe.
With all of the members having been suckled at the hairy breasts of
Python and weaned on The Life of Brian, they believe in
looking on the bright side of life in the darkest, most twisted way
they can. Most of them will tell you John
Cleese and Terry
Jones and the Python lot are their heroes
that's the Terry Jones who
has started a War on the
War on Terrorism, not Indiana Jones who eats cockroaches for dessert.
They very graciously point out that their satire may disturb the viewer
who is rectally
repressed or has unresolved issues concerning his/her mommy. It might also
frighten the citizen who believes his/her political party has a direct line to
the Creator, or his/her country is somehow divinely favored above all other
countries, or his/her flag is more important than his/her huddled homeless
neighbor down by the railroad tracks.
Nor are their works prized by
those who see the world in black and white, without all the scintillating
colors of glorious and good humanity where it is at its best in the peasant and
tribal villages around the globe. LocoFotives is nutritiously irreligious,
believing the Great Spirit is manifested in myriad ways throughout the planet.
Twain, who scrawled, "Born irreverent like all other people I have
ever known or heard of I am hoping to remain so while there are any
reverent irreverences left to make fun of" [Holograph
manuscript of Samuel L. Clemens, in the collection of the F. J. Meine],
the LocoFotives have no intention of slipping into reverence of any sort. God
is too big to fit any one religion, they tell me, which causes these crazy
coyotes to parody institutional and restrictive religious views, hellfire and
sulfurous demons with enthusiasm. Who can bind up Unlimited Being in a pulpit?
A sermon is a sorry sauce when you have nothing to eat it with,
muttered Oscar Wilde. Who
can dare claim dogmatic knowledge of so great a Being who BANGED the
universe into life, scattering delight and love in an orgy of joy that isn't
interrupted until greedy pimply kings and
generals hurl nuclear weapons at it? To
confine Unlimited Being in a moldy cheese box, or to annihilate anything
brought into life from the guts of Unlimited Love, the LocoFotives folks say,
is to spit in the face of Allah. Errrrr, they weren't as polite as
that, but their irreverence springs from anger and tears when even the smallest
of their human family is snuffed out in the name of profit somewhere on the
LocoFotives loco motive is to celebrate life,
celebrate the diversity of the planet and her peoples, celebrate
all the colors that make music in the galaxy, and to hell with political
correctness, false gods, fundamental poppycock, and personally embossed enema
One LocoFotives member,
claiming to be just another guy in a skirt, blames his insanity on
his Scottish DNA. K.O. Walker (known as K.O. Peck Tate to those who run for the
loo when he comes near them) says, Satire is like a skunk you
don't actually fully experience it unless it stinks.
Grab a skunk
and join the LocoFotives for lunch!
Compassion, Understanding, Respect
To access the works listed below, click on the icons or titles.
As these are all graphics, expect slower
like to adopt a LocoFotives item for your website, no permission is necessary,
but please let us know via email at Loco_fotives//at//coyotekiva.org if you are
displaying it on your website. You may download the item (please credit
LocoFotives if you do), or you may simply link to the item. No fees are
requested if you really feel like tossing money at us for this stuff,
we'd prefer you save a starving child somewhere with your extra cash instead.
YOUR COMMENTS are welcome!
Please drop LocoFotives an email at
Loco_fotives//at//coyotekiva.org. Please include the heading "LocoFotives" in
your subject line. To contact Kenneth O. Walker for voodoo rituals, marriage
proposals, or tips on hygiene, email kowalker//at//fastmail.fm.
WE'LL PUT ANYONE IN A
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