Finally - we got 'em!

Wait…

There is enough material wealth in the asteroid belt to create a sustainable post-scarcity civilization. We could move out, and turn this little blue-green planet into a fucking nature preserve.

Settlements on multiple worlds within the solar system offer protection against risks that might otherwise end with the extinction of Homo Sapiens.

For the ultra rich - moving off world to escape the collapse of the biosphere is ridiculous.

Easier to “settle” the deserts of Utah of the Australian Outback than Mars - plenty of O2 and no worries about ambient radiation, but a very similar environment…

Laws (and crimes) and consumer behaviors are governed by popular concensus of what we, the body politic, are willing to tolerate - neither are absolutes, and both are subject to change.

A realistic analogy would make my point less clearly than an exaggerated cartoon.

If the consumer market, or the corporations that govern it, decide that grave robbery is to be tolerated as a for-profit adventure…

well, we’ve very few tools with with to oppose them.

(See also: the collapse of the biosphere)

Fortunately, in America at least, It’s likely your loved ones lacked the medical insurance necessary to cover the cost of dental fillings.

Your mother’s corpse had teeth, right?

Some teeth have fillings… some fillings are made of valuable metals.

The Disney corporation should exhume the corpse of your loved ones and sell their teeth on eBay - they need to make money… right?

It’s the only way to be sure every POSSIBLE angle has been milked.

I once wrote a comic where one of the characters was my own anxiety.

The artwork was a skeleton, and the joke was he NEVER shut up. He would always fill the whole speech bubble, and then the whole panel. He would rant and rant until he crowded out everyone and everything else - and the other characters would have to literally talk OVER him.

The rub was - in order to write him, I had to ask myself what made me anxious. There was never enough to fill a whole panel. Ultimately, our anxiety is so small in scope its maybe enough for just a sentence…

By externalizing him, I gave him a format. By interviewing him, I gave him a voice. By making a joke out of him, I neutered him. And by serializing him, I made this process into a practice.

After practicing it - Axiety can no longer sneek up on me; he can no longer take over the conversation or steer my actions.

Anxiety becomes just a voice.

Just a voice, one that wants to keep the rest of me safe. And when he won’t shut up - I draw up a new cartoon, and marvel at how loud the fucker can be when he ultimately has so little to say.