Sunday, March 8, 2015

Sunday morning toons: Distance

It's all about distance today.

It was close to 70° in my neck of the woods today, so I'm going to give the Daylight Saving/First Day of Spring/East coast snow toons a rest. I don't think I have standing to comment.

And I'm waiting to see if the Hillary-email thing is actually a thing. The usual suspects are shouting that it's more than a thing, it's the ballgame – again – while I'm inclined to go with Brother Pierce: the jury's still out on what it means, but the sheer optics of it prove a long-standing charge against her: she hires the worst advisors evah.

And meanwhile, the DOJ report indicates that there's not much wrong with government and police activities in Ferguson MO that a briefcase full of RICO indictments wouldn't go a long way to fixing. But, as Clay Bennet asks, below, how far is Ferguson from here?

And that O'Reilly fellow. Will his network put some air between it and him just because he's a narcissistic, confabulating blowhard? Nah.

Meanwhile, The Man Called Bibi has come and gone, and I'm happy to say that there seems to have been more coverage of the 50th anniversary of the Selma march (including who attended and who didn't). That strikes me as progress, especially since the right-wing support for the former and distancing from the latter feels all of a disgraceful piece.

Today's toons were selected, without consultation from the White House, from among the week's offerings at McClatchy DC, Cartoon Movement, Go Comics, Politico's Cartoon Gallery, Daryl Cagle's Political Cartoons,, and other fine sources of toony goodness.

p3 Best of Show: Marshall Ramsey.

p3 Legion of Merit: Ted Rall.

p3 "But George W. Bush Looked Into His Soul" Award: Drew Sheneman.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation from Another Medium: Steve Breen.

Ann Telnaes brings up an important point: By their reaction to art shall you know them. (Ask John Ashcroft.)

Tom Tomorrow proudly boasts: My landmass, right or wrong!

Tom the Dancing Bug imagines the search for a superstition that works.

Red Meat's Bug-Eyed Earl looks at the upside of a suburban tradition.

The Comic Strip Curmudgeon looks at the naked lunch – or, perhaps more accurately, the naked breakfast. And, apparently, there is only a dark side to the egg production biz. We're only quibbling about which one it is.

Comic Strip of the Day starts with one of those grass-is-greener moments, then moves on to a theme that's not too far removed from the Curmudgeon's post, above(hint: artists are the chickens), and then to a toxic assault on women and women who author.

J-J-Jumpin' Jupiter! What's all the rumpus? (Continuing our impromptu tribute to the egg:) Wacky complications ensue when a hen who's laid a golden egg (and has read her classics) pins it on Daffy. Directed in 1950 by Friz Freleng, with story by Tedd Pierce, musical direction by Carl Stalling, and voice work by Portland's own Mel Blanc. You can watch Golden Yeggs here.

The Big, And Getting Bigger Since We Started Cheating and Welcomed Back The Departed, Oregon Toon Block:

Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman looks at the innocence of the Bibi.

Possibly Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen says, do the math.

Matt Bors is too kind to the people who marked the death of a very creative and beloved fellow with some of the laziest, phone-it-in art imaginable. All hail, Matt!

Jesse Springer muses on the fate of Kitzhaber's legacy "clean energy" bill, now that some legislators detect a tainted connection to the resigned governor's fiancee.

Test your toon captioning mojo at The New Yorker's weekly caption-the-cartoon contest. (Rules here.) And you can browse The New Yorker's cartoon gallery here.

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