(Updated below.)
Honestly, I'm about Democratic primaried-out out right now. (I don't mind the Republican primaries so much, because I can at least root for injuries there.) I find myself thumbing past angry or self-righteous Hillary and Bernie posts on my Facebook feed as fast as my aged opposables will go. It all feels too much like spring of 2008. People are even bitching about superdelegates, just like we were eight years ago this week.
Honestly, I'm about Democratic primaried-out out right now. (I don't mind the Republican primaries so much, because I can at least root for injuries there.) I find myself thumbing past angry or self-righteous Hillary and Bernie posts on my Facebook feed as fast as my aged opposables will go. It all feels too much like spring of 2008. People are even bitching about superdelegates, just like we were eight years ago this week.
Although there were quite a few toons
this week linking Hillary to dogs, based more
or less on this, and I have to say I don't see it all being worth
the candle.
And, sadly, it appears that no cartoonists
accepted my "get over it" challenge for the
definitive Scalia obiturary cartoon from last week.
Meanwhile, Donald Trump picked a fight
with the only the only person who controls more money and has greater
brand recognition than himself.
And if you parroted the Trump
campaign's rant about the Vatican having walls like what Trump wants
to build on the southern US border, you
didn't make the cut today.
I'm inclined to let Harper Lee rest in
peace while the
ghouls who apparently now control her literary estate
miraculously discover, as you know – you know! – they
will, other manuscripts that she didn't want published and that will
simultaneously enrich the ghouls and impoverish her legacy.
And I'm with Apple on the whole
back-door for iPhones thing. In fact, I think it disrespects the
FBI/OHS plan to call it a demand for back-door access. They
want to come in through the front door. The history of
technologies we've had but chose not to use on each other, despite the invocation of
national security in one or more of its historical forms, is pretty skimpy. Pretty skimpy indeed. The
suicide zeppelin, maybe. That's about it.
Today's toons were selected after a
flurry of ballot-box stuffing from the week's offerings at McClatchy
DC, Cartoon Movement,
Go Comics, Politico's
Cartoon Gallery, Daryl
Cagle's Political Cartoons, About.com,
and other fine sources of toony goodness.
p3 Picks of the week: Mike
Luckovich, Nick
Anderson, Scott
Stantis, Daryl
Cagle, Gary
Varvel, Pat
Bagley, Signe
Wilkinson, Darrin
Bell, Lisa
Benson, Matt
Wuerker, Jeff
Danziger, and Monte
Wolverton.
p3 Best of Show: Tom
Toles.
p3 Legion of Merit: Clay
Bennett.
p3 Marksmanship Qualification Badge:
John
Deering.
p3 Certificate of Harmonic Toon
Convergence: Stuart
Carlson and Niels
Bo Bojesen.
Mark Fiore watched as
Originalism and Constitutionalism stopped
on a dime last week.
Tom Tomorrow remembers the good
times before this week's untimely
passing.
Keith Knight foresees
more color than
the red carpet at next week's Oscars.
Reuben Bolling presents
what
you figured was coming all along anyway.
Red Meat's The Old Cowboy,
longing for fellowship, hearing voices, clinging
to his extremist views – sounds like the people we finally
locked up last week here in Oregon.
Comic Strip of the Day pays
tribute to the
costumed hero who predated Superman and Batman, a favorite of
mine from my young days of coasting on my grandmother's subscription
to the Lebanon Reporter, back
when plots didn't have to make sense. Maybe, before Lent's over,
he'll take a swing at the 50's detective strips like Kerry Drake and
Steve Roper – and, of course, Rip Kirby.
(Update: Hint broadly, and ye shall be answered! Plus, I'd forgotten Brother Juniper and Grandma -- the latter used to slightly boggle my young mind because the character seemed a dead ringer, in appearance and somewhat less so in disposition, to my own grandmother, in whose paper I read all the strips named above. How did this Charles Kuhn cartoonist fellow know about her and arrange for the strip to appear in her paper every day?)
(Update: Hint broadly, and ye shall be answered! Plus, I'd forgotten Brother Juniper and Grandma -- the latter used to slightly boggle my young mind because the character seemed a dead ringer, in appearance and somewhat less so in disposition, to my own grandmother, in whose paper I read all the strips named above. How did this Charles Kuhn cartoonist fellow know about her and arrange for the strip to appear in her paper every day?)
"'Last rabbit?' Hey, dis calls
for stragedy!" To celebrate yesterday's
self-congratulatorily ugly South Carolina GOP primary, we proudly
present "Ballot Box Bunny," directed in 1951 by Friz
Freleng, with voice work by Portland's Own Mel Blanc and musical
direction by Carl Stalling of the p3
pantheon of gods. "How ugly," you ask? Apart from this
being the first of three uses between 1951 and 1965 of the exploding
piano gag with "Those Endearing Young Charms," there's
more: According to
Wikipedia,
The ending scene where Bugs and Sam play Russian Roulette after both losing the mayoral race to an actual "dark horse mare" was deleted for many years on TV airings (regardless of channel – it has been edited on ABC, CBS, WB, FOX, syndicated networks, Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network [until September 2011], and Boomerang) with a fake iris-out after Bugs says: "Dark horse?" and Sam says: "Mare?"(Mayor).[3] Since September 2011, however, Cartoon Network has aired the short with the ending uncut and uncensored.
Watch "Ballot Box Bunny" on
DailyMotion.
The Big, But Always Hoping to Get
Bigger, Oregon Toon Block:
Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman caught
my eye this week with the only great animal
caricature of the Senate Majority Leader I've ever seen that
wasn't turtle-based. (Well, okay, not counting this
one from 2013, which was pretty funny and creative too.)
Quite Possibly Ex-Oregonian Jen
Sorensen presents one of the few scenarios that would make the
Bush Family Lawn Jockey say Uh-oh
– or really anything all.
Matt Bors notices
an example of candidate
Clinton's dreadful tradition of choice when it comes to campaign
spokespersons.
Jesse Springer lampoons the
Oregon GOP legislators' silly – if it weren't so irresponsible –
effort to block progress in the current short session by insisting
that each bill be read, aloud, in its entirety, before it can be
voted on. If only their party stood for something affirmative, rather
than simply obstruction and failing to rescind.
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.
The p3 Sunday Comics Read-Along:
Pearls
Before Swine, Doonesbury,
Rhymes with Orange, Zits,
Adam @ Home, Mutts,
Over the
Hedge, Get
Fuzzy, Prince
Valiant, Blondie,
Bizarro, Mother
Goose & Grimm, Rose
is Rose, Luann,
Hagar
the Horrible, Pickles,
Rubes, Grand
Avenue, Freshly
Squeezed, The Brilliant Mind
of Edison Lee, and Jumble.
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