Sunday, August 5, 2012

Sunday morning toons: Passing the torch, deep-frying the chicken

The week in under 100 words:

All those drought-plagued states with tea-party legislatures and governors are starting to feel like Christian Scientists with appendicitis. Doonesbury may be headed where no one has gone before. Romney manages to make it through his international gaffe-a-thon without asking his Polish hosts how many of them it takes to screw in a light bulb. Harry Reid makes a great move, and Democrats worry that it's impolite. Chick-Fil-A has attracted more bad publicity than their lethal calorie-bombs could ever have done. Stupid city officials manage to find a way to make Chic-Fil-A the victim. And gun control after the “Batman” shootings remains off-limits.


On with the morning's toon review.

Today's toons were selected a panel of judges representing every country on earth where Mitt Romney has stashed money in off-shore banks, from the week's pages at, Slate, Time,, and Daryl Cagle:

p3 Picks of the Week: Mike Luckovich, Lee Judge, Joel Pett, Jim Morin, John Deering, Joe Heller, Steve Sack, Nate Beeler, Nick Anderson, R. J. Matson, Matt Wuerker, and Monte Wolverton.

p3 Best of Show: Lee Judge.

p3 Legion of Honor: Ken Siers.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation from Another Medium: Daryl Cagle.

p3 Award for Best But Most Deeply-Pitched Punch Line: Tom Toles.

p3 Lest We Forget Award: Rob Tornoe.

p3 World Toon Review: Ingrid Rice (Canada), Marian Kamensky (Slovakia), Ranier Hachfeld (Germany), and Rachel Gold (Austria),

Ann Telnaes salutes Justice Scalia who, after saying that the Constitutional framers probably wantedus to have shoulder-held rocket-propelled grenades, actually finished up his Crazy-thon media tour with a moment of lucidity.

Mark Fiore looks forward to the smackdown of the millennium.

Lance Mannion looks ahead to the passing of another torch, from Walden commune to the Seattle suburbs, and beyond.

Tom Tomorrow notices the eeny, weeny, teeny, tiny, missing detail from gun enthusiasts' response to the “Batman” shootings.

Keith Knight increases his paranoia, like lookin' into his mirror and seeing a police car.

Tom the Dancing Bug presents a fable for our times.

Red Meat's Milkman Dan and Nancy have a bonding moment.

Wanna be a member? “Bimbo's Initiation,” directed by Dave Fleischer in 1931, is just plain weird. There are bits that would be lifted by Fleischer again, three years later, for the Popeye short “Can You Take It?”, and you may recognize Bluto's voice as the head of the secret organization. Note that, in this early screen incarnation, Betty Boop still has dangly dog-ears. Go figure.

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The p3 Big Oregon Toon Block:

Jack Ohman looks at the future of the MAX light-rail trains. Packed in oil.

Matt Bors pays tribute to the Greatest Generation [tm] paying tribute to the not-so-greatest generation. It's almost like the GG never heard of the GI Bill. Or the reason the banking practices that led the economy into collapse (and tanked their retirement portfolio) five years ago.

Jesse Springer imagines what will happen if the coal lobby gets permission to bring 150 tons of coal through Oregon to the coast every year:

Test your toon-captioning skills at The New Yorker's weekly caption-the-cartoon contest. (Rules here.)

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