THE WHORE OF BABYLON...

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE!

America, the land of the free, has become a wasteland of its own making. The Whore of Babylon, my 2008 illustration, is a raw and unapologetic portrayal of this nation's descent—rotting from the inside out, drowning in its own lies, corruption, and hypocrisy. The so-called beacon of democracy is nothing more than a flickering neon sign outside a brothel, selling its soul for cheap labor, endless wars, and corporate greed.

Lady Liberty: From Icon to Degenerate

In the forefront, we see the ultimate symbol of American greatness, Lady Liberty, slumped on a curb in Japan, stripped of her dignity. The torch she once held high to guide the world now replaced with a bottle of malt liquor, her veins punctured by a needle, her body tattooed with the Masonic markings of the hidden hands that have always controlled this empire. Her legs, spread and diseased, betray the truth—America has whored itself out, selling morality for profit, pimped by Wall Street, the military-industrial complex, and the political elite. Next to her, Uncle Sam’s iconic hat lies discarded like yesterday’s trash, surrounded by drug paraphernalia.

The American flag, once paraded as the ultimate symbol of pride and power, is now soiled—literally. Feces and filth stain the stars and stripes because America has defecated on its own ideals, spreading imperialism under the guise of freedom while its own people rot in the streets. A used condom beside it tells the real story: America has been screwing the world for centuries, but now, the world is watching as she falls apart.

The 9/11 Betrayal: A Nation’s Self-Inflicted Wound

In the background, history’s most grotesque theater plays out. President George W. Bush, puppet of the deep state, hands a check to Osama bin Laden in front of the flaming Twin Towers. The deal is done. The job was never about justice or patriotism—it was an inside job, a staged disaster to fuel endless war, corporate contracts, and the stripping away of civil liberties under the Patriot Act. Thousands died, not for freedom, but for profit.

The World's Revenge

And who stands in the background watching this disgrace unfold? A Japanese man, camera in hand, grinning as he captures the image of America’s collapse. Sweet revenge. Hiroshima’s mushroom cloud still lingers in the collective memory of his people, a reminder that the so-called "good guys" dropped hellfire on civilians and called it justice. Now, he gets to watch the empire that once dictated morality crumble under its own filth.

Next to him, a black man with dreadlocks and a camera, built from over 400 years of forced labor, still shackled—because let's be real, slavery never ended, it just evolved. America was built on his ancestors' backs, and yet their descendants are still fighting for basic human rights. The chains remain, symbolic of a system designed to keep them in place while pretending progress has been made.

Beside him, shadowy figures dangle from trees—strange fruit, the ghosts of lynched souls who never got justice. America, the land that preaches equality, has blood on its hands. No amount of historical revisionism can wash it away.

Then there’s the Native American, the original owner of this stolen land, wearing a shirt that says it plainly: Payback is a Bitch. Manifest Destiny, genocide, broken treaties—America was never great; it was built on slaughter. The ghosts of its crimes are not forgotten.

The End of an Era

This is the reality. America, once a self-proclaimed empire, has become a global joke. The world watches as it overdoses on its own corruption, as it sells itself for scraps, as it drowns in the blood of the innocent. The dollar is crumbling, the people are divided, and the nation is imploding from within.

The Whore of Babylon isn’t just a drawing—it’s a prophecy. Rome fell. Babylon fell. And America? America is next.