It's been quite a week for all of us. You can't find work (unless you work inside the beltway or in lower Manhattan). If you're gay, you can get married in California now (unless you want to get married right now, in which case you can't -- it's complicated). The US stands for peace (unless you're worried about cluster bombs, which the US seems okay with). Newt Gingrich is Osama bin Laden's enemy (unless the topic is a mosque anywhere near Ground Zero). And it hasn't shaped up to be a good week for frogs, either.
(Why frogs? Stay tooned.)
Let's begin, as always, with Daryl Cagle's toon round-up for the week.
p3 Picks of the Week: Mike Luckovich, Nate Beeler, Pat Bagley, Bill Schorr, Joe Heller, Jeff Parker, Jimmy Margulies, Henry Payne, and Monte Wolverton.
p3 Best of Show: Cam Cardow.
p3 Bitter Truth Award: Dave Granlund. (Is it me, or is this becoming a tough week for frogs?)
p3 p3 Good For the Goose Certificate: Steve Sack.
p3 World Toon Review: Stephane Peray (Thailand), Ingrid Rice (Canada),
Pavel Constantin (Romania), and Victor Ndula (Kenya).
Ann Telnaes unveils Sharron Angle's media strategy. It's so . . . simple.
Wingnuts of the past: This week, Mark Fiore asks: What if Andrew Breitbart had been around in 1863?
There is only one true Yogi Bear movie. And it ain't this. It's this. (Hat/tip to Michael Cavna of Comic Riffs, who notes the utterly pointless use of 3-D for this movie. Hell, Hanna-Barbera barely managed to exploit 2-D for the cheaply animated original Yogi Bear cartoons.)
Do we get enough Zippy the Pinhead here at p3 Sunday toons? No, we do not.
Wingnuts of the future: Don't wait for the next faked scandal to seep up through the ground; Tom Tomorrow's already on it.
You're on the road, and things . . . you know . . . happen: Wrapping up his Comics-Con victory lap, Keith Knight does right by someone with whom he shared something very, very special.
Hint: The jumbled letters are SYBEEERANL. This is gratifying: The Comics Curmudgeon had the same problem with Friday's Jumble and Luann that I did.
Tom the Dancing Bug makes a good point: Who better to decide how to memorialize the 9/11 attack on a multicultural eastern city than white, western right-wingers?
Here's this week's Barry Blitt illustration to go with today's Frank Rich NYTimes column.
Portland homeboy Jack Ohman had us with the title: Backroom Rangelling.
Missing in action: Olive, Bluto, and the spinach: But "Me Musical Nephews" (one of the best of the otherwise-dreary 1942 releases) remains one of my favorite Popeye cartoons. Directed by Seymour Kneitel (who was also directing the beautifully rotoscoped Superman animated toons at about the same time), and with great musical direction -- no one's mentioned in the credits but I'm betting it was Fleischer/Famous Studio's stalwart Sammy Timberg. I was reminded by Wikipedia that the final break-the-third-wall gag originally featured Popeye seeking sanctuary on the Paramount mountain-top logo (the Popeye theatricals were released by Paramount), but that bit was cut when they were re-released by a.a.p. Here it is, in glorious black-and-white and state of the art 2-D:
p3 Bonus Toon: So what if Oregon GOP gubernatorial candidate Dudley had the worst free throw record in the history of organized sports when he was in the NBA? Jesse Springer says he's not having trouble hitting the basket now:
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