Spontaneous
The Governments Sick War on Marijuana
Excuse me for a moment while I vent about the mind-boggling stupidity of the autocratic, bureaucratic, right-wing, Neanderthal numskulls who keep pushing an insane, inane, and inhumane holy war against marijuana – which is, after all, a weed.
Why We're in Iraq
Texas rabble-rouser Jim Hightower's latest animation tells the story of the administration's plan to open Iraqi oil to their cronies from the start.
Backwards Hamburger
Backwards Hamburger follows a fast-food burger backwards to its point of origin (a feedlot), and identifies the environmental, health and worker safety costs that go into a Big Mac.
The Meatrix
Hold the Hormones is a multi-pronged national campaign to stop the use of artificial growth hormones in dairy products. If you would like to learn more about the artificial hormones and why they are unnecessary, read our section on artificial hormones.
We Are What We Eat (Part .25)
We Are What We Eat (part .25), is an attempt to show some of the characters and topics I've been accumulating in the process of making a film about agriculture. 15 minutes is a brief time to even scratch the surface of our relationship with agriculture. It's missing all the beautiful farm stock I intend to shoot this coming harvest, however if you find it compelling, then I've succeeded thus far.
Attack of the Killer Couch!
Something sinister is lurking in your living room. An invisible substance is wreaking havoc with our bodies and minds: hyperthyroid disease in cats; birth defects in baby boys; reproductive and neurological problems in animals; cancer and disease among fire fighters. What evil forces could be plotting against all life on Earth? It's...Attack of the Killer Couch!
Sam Suds
Sam Suds, PI (poisons investigator) is no ordinary detective - his job is to protect the Johnson household from dangerous toxins. He'd been a hero in the past, locking away household villains like lead and DDT. Now he faces one of the most toxic offenders yet: PVC, the poison plastic. But the trail had gone cold. Word around the bathroom was he was washed up. Until she floated in . . .