Sunday, April 10, 2016

Sunday evening toons: Looking for the next Sun City

Here's the thing about third-world crap holes. They always have to have a resort getaway, someplace where the elites can stay in a Hilton, maybe go to a casino, do business in American dollars, and at least put some psychic distance between themselves and the naked oppression that the whole system rides on. So, Mississippi, North Carolina, Indiana, and Georgia – consider this a pro-tip:

And yes, North Carolina, that is in fact a younger version of the Boss in that video, which makes us wonder why you're all surprised and indignant this week.

On other topics, there's the Panama Papers (where I'm inclined to cut Jackie Chan a tiny bit of slack because at least he was willing to break his own bones making that money he stashed off-shore), and the increasing smack talk between the Democratic presidential candidates as well as their supporters (remember only a few months ago, when the level of discourse was one way that Democrats self-righteously differentiated themselves from Republicans in the 2016 campaign?).

Meanwhile, today's toons were selected from 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: Clay Jones.

p3 Legion of Merit: Stuart Carlson.

And initiating the p3 Before and After Award: Steve Sack and Chan Lowe.

A Jeff Danziger twofer: Part one, and Part two.

Ann Telnaes marks the love affair between Cruz and the Empire State.

Mark Fiore offers some tips on the best places to hide your money.

Tom Tomorrow shows why "belted with gamma rays" and "having the nuclear launch codes" just never make a good combination.

Keith Knight shares the best story he heard in Germany. (Spoiler: twenty-seven!)

Reuben Bolling interrupts this post for an apologetic press conference. Special agents Scully and Mulder, please pick up the white courtesy phone. Scully and Mulder, the white courtesy phone please.

Red Meat's Ted Johnson re-evaluates his Monday morning plans.

The Comic Strip Curmudgeon watches in horror as Beetle Bailey enters the unspeakable zone. By all means, follow the link!

Comic Strip of the Day shares information that, as a lapsed Protestant, I had no clue what to do with. But really – and I'm only asked as an LP, and there's not much lower than that – is really it theologically better to let the body of Jesus dissolve into mush than to bite into it? This is a puzzle.

I decided I'd better hop out there! And with that, Daffy Duck, cashing in on the Spade-Marlowe popularity of the trench-coated private eye, gets on the case in "The Super Snooper," directed by Robert McKimson in 1952. Puns and sight gags abound – including one that Mel Brooks would lift without shame twenty-two years later – which is a little unusual for a McKimson cartoon, but it's fun all the same. (Uncredited: Marian Richman as the femme possible fatale, and Grace Lenard as pretty much all the other non-Mel Blanc voices.) Watch "The Super Snooper" at DailyMotion.

The Totally Serious Oregon Toon Block:

Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman poses the question: Is subway riding in the New York primary the equivalent of ethanol subsidies in the Iowa caucuses – i.e. the do-or-die local issue that the rest of the nation couldn't possibly care less about?

Documented Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen is just having some fun this week. (I bet that won't include opening her mail from thin-skinned readers.)

I'll vote for Hillary if the time comes, as it probably will, but I have to admit I got a laugh out of this one by Matt Bors.

Jesse Springer has good news for Oregon salmon:

Test your toon-captioning super-powers 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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