Mr. Fish is creating Comics and Animations
38
patrons
$388
per month
Who am I?

Hello defiant majority! I am Mr. Fish. If you don’t know who I am already it is only because your parents, priest or parole officer has decided to classify me as a bad influence and put me in the same depraved category as gas-huffing, not standing for the fog salute and public urination.

So who am I? I am a political cartoonist, cultural contrarian and mastur-crafter of exquisite dick jokes, arresting social satire and weaponized commentary. I am a pornographer of the naked truth and a high-minded moralist for the hard of sneering. My work has appeared in Harper’s magazine, The LA Times, The Nation, Vanity Fair, The Village Voice, The Atlantic, Mother Jones, The Advocate and Truthdig, among others. My books include And Then the World Blew Up, Go Fish: How to Win Contempt and Influence People and WARNING! Graphic Content, among others. My awards include The Grambs Aronson Award for Cartooning with a Conscience, TheSigma Delta Chi Award for Editorial Cartooning from the Society of Professional Journalists and The Southern California Journalism Award/L.A. Press Club, among others.  I’m fairly well-known, like syphilis, and, like syphilis, will most definitely get you slapped hard across the face by your mother if you ever admitted to being well acquainted with who I am and what I do.

(An ever-deepening archive of my work can be found at www.clowncrack.com)

In other words, I have no real job and prefer to see myself as a public utility – a sewage system for the flushing away of bullshit and complacency – that needs to be regularly subsidized by those whose lives have been made better or easier or less shitty by my efforts. Specifically, because the work I create is rendered in contempt of advertisers and the corporate model of seeking to build a consumer base as opposed to a community-based audience, my income stream has always been dependent on the love and enthusiasm of patrons and likeminded riffraff.

What else?

Well, in addition to my steady outpouring of filthy cartoons and award-winning graphic commentary, I’m looking to expedite my infiltration of animated television by launching a number of web series considered too radical and probing of the public mind for commercial release, beginning with For Christ’s Sake (a brief description of which you’ll find in my intro clip). The scripts for the entire first season (20 episodes) are nearly finished, my unpaid actors have been recruited, the unpaid studio has been booked, the music has been composed and the animation program is radiating its sterilizing blue effluvia in giddy anticipation of a crapload of late nights.

Having been invited to pitch shows in the past by innumerable multinational media conglomerates only to be told that my work, while “genius,” was “too smart” and “too political” and needed to be dumbed down for “our boys” – our boys being the 18 to 34 year old white guys who have been determining the tone and tenor of the great American Experiment ever since the first non-white-male opinion was shooed away like a foul stench – I’m ready to present my animated work in the same way that I present my single-panel cartoons: That is, free of all the content and artistic limitations imposed by those industry professionals too timid to offend, too sensible to be truly ecstatic and too fucking dim to enlighten.

Now what?

You decide.
Tiers
$1 for the Crack
$1 or more per month 10 patrons
This is just like putting a dollar into the collection plate on Sunday.  It will create the harmless illusion that you are a beautiful person who will one day gain quick and easy access to Heaven, Inc., because eternal life, as we all know, is part of a subscription plan.  Donate here so that when you die you'll get to hang out with all your favorite dead celebrities and all the unnamed puppies murdered at kill shelters – puppies that you'll get to name!  So forget about me and do it for Sniffy and Crabcakes!  (Your donation will also allow me to continue creating work guaranteed to send me to Hell.)
$5 for the Crack
$5 or more per month 16 patrons
With your $5.00 donation I will start eating better, get more sleep and stop running headlong into any and all pigeon congregations that I come upon.  Not only am I too old for such toddler-like behavior, but I'm starting to wonder if those birds aren't actually on the verge of figuring some important shit out.  Barely a week ago I was in Bryant Park in New York and charged into a murmuring flock like a frigging baboon just as I overheard one saying to the group, "So now that everybody has memorized a portion of the mathematical equation for time travel, the eradication of all diseases and the perfect egg salad..."  Oh, and at this contribution level you'll also have access to high res versions of my artwork, which you'll be able to use for printing your own prints, posters and making your own t-shirts with my blessing.  Just tell me what you want and I'll email it to you.  You'll also get sketches and early drafts of cartoons and illustrations and ideas for jokes.
$10 for the Crack
$10 or more per month 11 patrons
Show me an Alexander Hamilton and I'll fall in love with you immediately, knowing full well that you're only buying my affection with cold hard cash and I won't give a crap because I had a grandmother who tried to get her affection using the barter system and ended up living in her car with an unemployed parrot named Casey, her secondhand smoke turning both of them the color of old angry raisins.  As my new lover, you'll also gain access to my creative process, meaning you'll see 1st draft scripts for the web series, early pitches for other show ideas and early stage character sketches.  You'll also get the opportunity to influence storylines by communicating your love and/or hate of what I'm planning.  That's right, you wanted to be my Yoko, be my Yoko and inspire me to terrific new heights of creativity – or burn the house down with your idiotic suggestions that my blind love will see as sheer genius, thereby drawing the ire and disdain of the whole world forever and ever.
$100 for the Crack
$100 or more per month 2 of 20 patrons
Now you're just throwing your money away and we have to talk.  I mean it.  At this level I will engage with you and 9 other lunatics once a week via Google Hangout.  I will do this twice a week with 2 groups, limiting the number of spaces available to 20, so sign up early before there are no slots left.  It will be like one of those Paris salons from the early 20th Century where painters, philosophers and writers would gather together to smoke and drink and get high for the noble purpose of figuring out how to say, "Fuck everything and everybody but us!" in a way that sounded more erudite.  I will also send you an original drawing twice a month, either custom made in accordance with whatever you and I talk about or some rumination I'm having on my own about this or that.  Who knows, perhaps we'll all become such close chums that we'll end up living on a commune together, growing our own succotash, spinning our own clothes and milking whatever unsuspecting mammal happens to wander onto our property.  That said, we'll need a clipboard announcing whenever family members plan on visiting so as to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment. 
Goals
$388 of $2,000 per month
Once I reach $2,000 per month I'll stop pestering my big brother for money.  I will also be able to buy him a beer, which I haven't been able to do for a long, long time.
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Who am I?

Hello defiant majority! I am Mr. Fish. If you don’t know who I am already it is only because your parents, priest or parole officer has decided to classify me as a bad influence and put me in the same depraved category as gas-huffing, not standing for the fog salute and public urination.

So who am I? I am a political cartoonist, cultural contrarian and mastur-crafter of exquisite dick jokes, arresting social satire and weaponized commentary. I am a pornographer of the naked truth and a high-minded moralist for the hard of sneering. My work has appeared in Harper’s magazine, The LA Times, The Nation, Vanity Fair, The Village Voice, The Atlantic, Mother Jones, The Advocate and Truthdig, among others. My books include And Then the World Blew Up, Go Fish: How to Win Contempt and Influence People and WARNING! Graphic Content, among others. My awards include The Grambs Aronson Award for Cartooning with a Conscience, TheSigma Delta Chi Award for Editorial Cartooning from the Society of Professional Journalists and The Southern California Journalism Award/L.A. Press Club, among others.  I’m fairly well-known, like syphilis, and, like syphilis, will most definitely get you slapped hard across the face by your mother if you ever admitted to being well acquainted with who I am and what I do.

(An ever-deepening archive of my work can be found at www.clowncrack.com)

In other words, I have no real job and prefer to see myself as a public utility – a sewage system for the flushing away of bullshit and complacency – that needs to be regularly subsidized by those whose lives have been made better or easier or less shitty by my efforts. Specifically, because the work I create is rendered in contempt of advertisers and the corporate model of seeking to build a consumer base as opposed to a community-based audience, my income stream has always been dependent on the love and enthusiasm of patrons and likeminded riffraff.

What else?

Well, in addition to my steady outpouring of filthy cartoons and award-winning graphic commentary, I’m looking to expedite my infiltration of animated television by launching a number of web series considered too radical and probing of the public mind for commercial release, beginning with For Christ’s Sake (a brief description of which you’ll find in my intro clip). The scripts for the entire first season (20 episodes) are nearly finished, my unpaid actors have been recruited, the unpaid studio has been booked, the music has been composed and the animation program is radiating its sterilizing blue effluvia in giddy anticipation of a crapload of late nights.

Having been invited to pitch shows in the past by innumerable multinational media conglomerates only to be told that my work, while “genius,” was “too smart” and “too political” and needed to be dumbed down for “our boys” – our boys being the 18 to 34 year old white guys who have been determining the tone and tenor of the great American Experiment ever since the first non-white-male opinion was shooed away like a foul stench – I’m ready to present my animated work in the same way that I present my single-panel cartoons: That is, free of all the content and artistic limitations imposed by those industry professionals too timid to offend, too sensible to be truly ecstatic and too fucking dim to enlighten.

Now what?

You decide.

Recent posts by Mr. Fish

Tiers
$1 for the Crack
$1 or more per month 10 patrons
This is just like putting a dollar into the collection plate on Sunday.  It will create the harmless illusion that you are a beautiful person who will one day gain quick and easy access to Heaven, Inc., because eternal life, as we all know, is part of a subscription plan.  Donate here so that when you die you'll get to hang out with all your favorite dead celebrities and all the unnamed puppies murdered at kill shelters – puppies that you'll get to name!  So forget about me and do it for Sniffy and Crabcakes!  (Your donation will also allow me to continue creating work guaranteed to send me to Hell.)
$5 for the Crack
$5 or more per month 16 patrons
With your $5.00 donation I will start eating better, get more sleep and stop running headlong into any and all pigeon congregations that I come upon.  Not only am I too old for such toddler-like behavior, but I'm starting to wonder if those birds aren't actually on the verge of figuring some important shit out.  Barely a week ago I was in Bryant Park in New York and charged into a murmuring flock like a frigging baboon just as I overheard one saying to the group, "So now that everybody has memorized a portion of the mathematical equation for time travel, the eradication of all diseases and the perfect egg salad..."  Oh, and at this contribution level you'll also have access to high res versions of my artwork, which you'll be able to use for printing your own prints, posters and making your own t-shirts with my blessing.  Just tell me what you want and I'll email it to you.  You'll also get sketches and early drafts of cartoons and illustrations and ideas for jokes.
$10 for the Crack
$10 or more per month 11 patrons
Show me an Alexander Hamilton and I'll fall in love with you immediately, knowing full well that you're only buying my affection with cold hard cash and I won't give a crap because I had a grandmother who tried to get her affection using the barter system and ended up living in her car with an unemployed parrot named Casey, her secondhand smoke turning both of them the color of old angry raisins.  As my new lover, you'll also gain access to my creative process, meaning you'll see 1st draft scripts for the web series, early pitches for other show ideas and early stage character sketches.  You'll also get the opportunity to influence storylines by communicating your love and/or hate of what I'm planning.  That's right, you wanted to be my Yoko, be my Yoko and inspire me to terrific new heights of creativity – or burn the house down with your idiotic suggestions that my blind love will see as sheer genius, thereby drawing the ire and disdain of the whole world forever and ever.
$100 for the Crack
$100 or more per month 2 of 20 patrons
Now you're just throwing your money away and we have to talk.  I mean it.  At this level I will engage with you and 9 other lunatics once a week via Google Hangout.  I will do this twice a week with 2 groups, limiting the number of spaces available to 20, so sign up early before there are no slots left.  It will be like one of those Paris salons from the early 20th Century where painters, philosophers and writers would gather together to smoke and drink and get high for the noble purpose of figuring out how to say, "Fuck everything and everybody but us!" in a way that sounded more erudite.  I will also send you an original drawing twice a month, either custom made in accordance with whatever you and I talk about or some rumination I'm having on my own about this or that.  Who knows, perhaps we'll all become such close chums that we'll end up living on a commune together, growing our own succotash, spinning our own clothes and milking whatever unsuspecting mammal happens to wander onto our property.  That said, we'll need a clipboard announcing whenever family members plan on visiting so as to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment.