Today's comic is so inane, based on exaggerated lies, I won't even bother to comment on it. But I would like to comment on the comic that Tinsley is probably drawing today. The one about how 72% of Americans are bored when News Reporters create the news by discussing their sexuality. Just for the record, I recently saw a poll that 98% of Americans are furious when cartoonists who pretend they are moral get DUIs.
I mean, it's not like there's an entire political party beholden to a racist, white, fundamentalist group of Protestants or anything! And it's not like that party spent months trying out every batshit Christian as a possible presidential candidate because Mormons "aren't like us!" In fact, if someone were to point that out, he'd be the racist! And that teen in the hoodie totally deserved to be shot, Kenyan Mooslim want steal my GUNS BLARGLE ARGLE GIMME A BEER WOMAN!
Wow. That weak attempt at a controversy broke near the end of May, so Tinsley's almost six weeks late on this one. It takes dedication to mess up that badly.
Scene: Wednesday, June 13. A mass of empty beer cans shifts, leading to a clattering avalanche as a disheveled, slovenly cartoonist awakes from his research. He glances blearily at the calendar, muttering, "something three weeks from now, isn't there? I dunno." The July page, alas, is too soaked with spilled Jim Beam to be readable. Cartoonist attempts to count up from the 30th of June, but can't see his own fingers clearly enough to make it to four.
"Ah, the hell with it," he slurs. "Can't be important. I'll just send the syndicate another thing about trilogies."
A good day's work done, our protagonist vomits and passes out again.
13 comments:
Lately, it more often seems as if Tinsley is a few cards shy of a full deck.
Why is that painting of Miles Park Romney wearing a yachting cap instead of a sombrero?
You fools keep forgetting. The only REAL racism that exists is REVERSE RACISM! Now watch this drive.
Way to use a racist dog whistle story like "Warren sez she's a red injun!" to claim there's no such thing as racism, Drinky.
Today's comic is so inane, based on exaggerated lies, I won't even bother to comment on it.
But I would like to comment on the comic that Tinsley is probably drawing today. The one about how 72% of Americans are bored when News Reporters create the news by discussing their sexuality.
Just for the record, I recently saw a poll that 98% of Americans are furious when cartoonists who pretend they are moral get DUIs.
Welcome to the latest installment of "I'm not a racist! YOU'RE the racists!!"
I mean, it's not like there's an entire political party beholden to a racist, white, fundamentalist group of Protestants or anything! And it's not like that party spent months trying out every batshit Christian as a possible presidential candidate because Mormons "aren't like us!" In fact, if someone were to point that out, he'd be the racist! And that teen in the hoodie totally deserved to be shot, Kenyan Mooslim want steal my GUNS BLARGLE ARGLE GIMME A BEER WOMAN!
Wow. That weak attempt at a controversy broke near the end of May, so Tinsley's almost six weeks late on this one. It takes dedication to mess up that badly.
"Controversy"
The little fellow gets his hopes up so often, doesn't he?
Just fast enough to jump on the bandwagon, and just slow enough to be stung by it each and every time.
To paraphrase Anonymous, he's a few cards shy of a full duck.
(Wed: Shucks, I was looking forward to Mallard's holiday pretense of giving a crap.)
Three weeks from now, we'll see Mallard smugly announcing that they've found God particles, thereby proving God exists.
Scene: Wednesday, June 13. A mass of empty beer cans shifts, leading to a clattering avalanche as a disheveled, slovenly cartoonist awakes from his research. He glances blearily at the calendar, muttering, "something three weeks from now, isn't there? I dunno." The July page, alas, is too soaked with spilled Jim Beam to be readable. Cartoonist attempts to count up from the 30th of June, but can't see his own fingers clearly enough to make it to four.
"Ah, the hell with it," he slurs. "Can't be important. I'll just send the syndicate another thing about trilogies."
A good day's work done, our protagonist vomits and passes out again.
FIN
@dlauthor:
BA-HAHAHAHA! That's really funn--
Wait, I mean--
You're the REAL racist!
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