Poster Art.

I didn’t take a camera with me on yesterday’s jaunt around town (I don’t own a working camera at the time of writing), but I can at least report on my favourite placards;

1. STOP THESE CUNTS
(a universally applicable slogan, hopefully stored under the bed and dusted off every couple of years)

2. CLEGG IS A CUNT
(the last word here was overwritten in biro on a professionally printed placard reading “Clegg is a Chopper”, a message the carrier obviously found a bit too subtle)

3. (via www.thisisnotagoodsign.com)

4. Every Child Counts? NOT IN HULL!
(This was a simple, printed one in black on white Times New Roman – it’s the underlining that does it I think. Makes me wants to reply to every rhetorical question henceforth with “NOT IN HULL!”)

5. FUCK OFF TORY CUNTS
(If it ain’t broke..)

6. Fuck the Tories! Fuck the Tories! Fuck the Tories! Fuck the Tories! Fuck the Tories!
(Increasingly desperate biro scrawl on box cardboard, natch.)

I guess I just like my expressions of proletariat fury simple, obnoxious and preferably rendered in red poster paint, biro or permanent marker. ‘Clever’ slogans are inevitably a smug waste of time. Contrived contemporary pop culture references can fuck off too. So crushingly unfunny. Swearing is fun. Insanely incoherent ones are good, but I didn’t see many of those, sadly. Go for the visceral, always.

Labels: impotent rage, political shit, posters