I'm not sure what Tinsley's going for here. Is he trying to suggest that every white male who doesn't fight post-9/11 security measures kicking and screaming is a pervert who enjoys having his ass pawed? Fool, please.
Look, Bruce, I doubt you've flown twice in the past ten years--you're just in this for the opportunity to incessantly bitch and whine--but perhaps you'd be happier somewhere where they don't have such stringent security measures. If you can find such a place--and promise to stay there--I will gladly pay for your ticket.
This comic's most obvious meaning is that gay men are creepy leering Frenchmen--note that man resembles an old-style French stereotype--and vice versa.
This being a creation of Tinsley, however, it, inevitably, has an, even, worse implication: We cannot fight gays, because they enjoy pain, thus, we must kill them.
Tinsley will write cartoons about the terrorism, blaming everyone in the Mediterranean, but he has to recover from the usual three-week bender,
My metal zippers on my jeans always set off alarms. I'd have to say, the pat downs are quick, professional, and really not that bothersome.
My annoyance only came the one time they dumped out my carry-on on a table in front of everyone, sorted through it, and then asked me to repack it. That was a few years ago, out of Tinsley's state. Indiana is just special like that: they think the terrorists care about or what to do something to them.
I've noticed that conservatives are the ones peeing their pants over the next terrorist attack and are willing to sacrifice any liberty for the illusion of safety, yet most things worth bombing are populated by liberals. Let us big city folks feel scared about it; no one cares about your strip mall!
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Bruce Tinsley uses hair gel now?
I'm not sure what Tinsley's going for here. Is he trying to suggest that every white male who doesn't fight post-9/11 security measures kicking and screaming is a pervert who enjoys having his ass pawed? Fool, please.
Look, Bruce, I doubt you've flown twice in the past ten years--you're just in this for the opportunity to incessantly bitch and whine--but perhaps you'd be happier somewhere where they don't have such stringent security measures. If you can find such a place--and promise to stay there--I will gladly pay for your ticket.
What? I... bluh? If... no, huh?
I feel confused and violated.
Oh, Authority Fetishist Dracula, you're my new favorite character in this strip.
Mallard doesn't say anything, because he just comes to the airport to use the bathroom and make new friends.
I almost hate to say it, but that was actually pretty funny!
Oh for pity's sake, Tinsley! Haven't we had enough Larry Craig jokes yet?!
There are never enough Larry Craig jokes. This ones actually border on real humor.
Cheers!
JzB
Anonyrast will be along later; he's busy checking the Halloween costume websites to see if any of them make TSA Agent costumes for eight-year-olds.
Oh, how lovely, a gay joke. Go fuck yourself Tinz.
Tap ... tap-tappity tap ... tap-tap!
My brain hurts.
This comic's most obvious meaning is that gay men are creepy leering Frenchmen--note that man resembles an old-style French stereotype--and vice versa.
This being a creation of Tinsley, however, it, inevitably, has an, even, worse implication: We cannot fight gays, because they enjoy pain, thus, we must kill them.
Tinsley will write cartoons about the terrorism, blaming everyone in the Mediterranean, but he has to recover from the usual three-week bender,
My metal zippers on my jeans always set off alarms. I'd have to say, the pat downs are quick, professional, and really not that bothersome.
My annoyance only came the one time they dumped out my carry-on on a table in front of everyone, sorted through it, and then asked me to repack it. That was a few years ago, out of Tinsley's state. Indiana is just special like that: they think the terrorists care about or what to do something to them.
I've noticed that conservatives are the ones peeing their pants over the next terrorist attack and are willing to sacrifice any liberty for the illusion of safety, yet most things worth bombing are populated by liberals. Let us big city folks feel scared about it; no one cares about your strip mall!
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