A public record of the wound. Fact-checked before it bleeds.
A wounded dove fact-checks the news, drags its IV pole through four worlds, and never once explains the joke. Funny, sourced, and unmistakably on the record.
The Dove, bandaged and trailing its IV pole, stands deadpan beneath the President at a podium roaring “THEY’RE COMMUNISTS.” A dictionary card defines communism as common ownership of the means of production; a red X marks “NO.” The drip bag reads PEACE ON EARTH.
Hover a panel — the clutter hides things. We don't tell you what.
One character, four rooms. Each world has its own logic, tone, and skin. Enter one and the whole experience re-dresses; leave and it snaps back to reality.
Click a door — the world-skin re-dresses everything. Leaving snaps back to the reality shell.
The joke most people get. That's allowed.
Things are hidden in here. We won't tell you what.
Usually a second joke. Sometimes it argues with the picture.
The receipts live there. Everything's sourced. Check us.
The Dove drags an IV reading PEACE ON EARTH through four worlds of American politics — and fact-checks every joke before it bleeds.
The Dove, bandaged and trailing its IV pole, stands deadpan beneath the President at a podium roaring “THEY’RE COMMUNISTS.” A dictionary card defines communism as common ownership of the means of production; a red X marks “NO.” The drip bag reads PEACE ON EARTH.
Step through any door. The whole experience re-dresses to that world's skin — and snaps back when you leave.