Jim Bakker Says…

“Don’t mock Jim Bakker!” Why? Oh, Jehovah will get you if you do, because that’s Jim’s best buddy.

Saying that he is sick of people mocking him because some of his prophetic warnings have not yet come true, Bakker bellowed that “when God says something to you, you don’t always know the exact time it’s going to happen. [So] stop beating up the prophets because God says, ‘Woe unto you when you beat up on the prophets.’”

When anyone can declare themselves a prophet, pull shit out of their arse, and make their best guess, there’s isn’t much else to do but make a mockery of it all.

“God is speaking to his people,” he continued. “The only ones who probably aren’t talking to God these days are mean people in America, people who just are anti-Christ.”

Oh. Well, put me down as an anti-Christ meanie. If that god of yours is talking to most everyone, doesn’t that put you self-styled prophets on the cheap side? Dime a dozen and all that?

“If you don’t want to hear it, just shut me off,” Baker said. “Especially you folks that monitor me every day to try to destroy me. Just go away. You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to hear it. But one day, you’re going to shake your fist in God’s face and you’re going to say, ‘God, why didn’t you warn me?’ And He’s going say, ‘You sat there and you made fun of Jim Bakker all those years. I warned you but you didn’t listen.’”

Perhaps, given your sensitivity, you should send up a shout to Jehovah to harden your heart, Jim. That godmonster of yours is good at that one. Perhaps you could teach it how to thicken your skin. Seems to me you’re being terribly self-centered, and don’t you christians love claiming persecution? I won’t be shaking my fist in Jehovah’s face, Jim, because it doesn’t exist. If it did exist, I’m pretty sure “made fun of Jim Bakker” wouldn’t even make the cut for the sin list. I just know you cry frustrated tears over not having a god that would send bears along to eat up all us anti-Christ meanies. Perhaps that’s your ticket, Jim – get people to make fun of your bald head, [2 Kings 2:23-34] and maybe Jehovah will come through with the bears. Or something.

There’s video at RWW.

Meeting at the Egg Market.

Quick flash shot. I know it’s an odd title, but…it all started with a quick sketch of a stream gushing forth from a bunch of suspended eggs, then forming a bi-directional waterfall. Then I went to sleep. This kind of thing happens when I stick my head out from under my rock and read things like this.

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Obama Portraitists Chosen.

Kehinde Wiley speaking in a video created by the Brooklyn Museum for their New Republic exhibition. He is seated in a gallery surrounded by his paintings. (via Brooklyn Museum’s YouTube channel).


Artist Amy Sherald, left, with one of her paintings, right, “The Make Believer (Monet’s Garden)” (2016), oil on canvas, 54 x 43 inches. (Private Collection, Chicago). (all images courtesy the artist and Monique Meloche Gallery, Chicago).

Next year two Obama portraits will be unveiled at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, DC. Today the Wall Street Journal announced who the artists responsible for those official images will be: Brooklyn-based Kehinde Wiley, and Baltimore-based Amy Sherald. Both American artists are known for their portraits of African-American individuals, and both demonstrate an emotional sensitivity to their subjects in their work.

Hyperallergic has the full story.

White Spots App.

Visualization of networks in Brooklyn, and a map to escape them, on the White Spots app (screenshots by the author for Hyperallergic).

White Spots: A Journey to the Edge of the Internet was launched last year as an app for iPhone and Google Play. It visualizes the digital networks around us, mapping those “white spots” where there is no network connection.


The multimedia project involves a VR experience where you can use Google Cardboard to scan local digital signals in real-time, as well as a smartphone world map pinned with short documentaries on living with and without the internet. If you visit a white spot, you can add a pin with the story of your experience.

On launching White Spots, my screen was immediately swarmed with cellphone networks and a jarring digital noise. You can click the text “get me out!” to map directions to the nearest white spot. From my apartment in Brooklyn, I am 156 km (97 miles) to the nearest one, a quiet corner of Lake Waramaug State Park in Connecticut. However, for me, and potentially most White Spots users, disconnecting would be a choice. The app’s world map shows much of North America and Europe in the black, while large sections of South America and Africa are white voids.

Documentary stories on the White Spots app (screenshots by the author for Hyperallergic).

White Spots is free to download for iPhone and Google Play.

You can read and see much more about this app at Hyperallergic.