Absence Makes the Farts Grow Stronger

The stagnant nature of the blog was irking me, so here’s a brief round-up of topical quips and bon mots.

I feel bad for any swarthy folks who want to ride public transportation. The Brits aren’t exactly notorious for their itchy trigger fingers, so I can only imagine how it would be even worse here where any random douchebag could be packing heat. That particulary applies to regions of the country where a “no guns allowed” sign is actually necessary. While I obviously oppose the murder of an innocent individual, I’d look the other way if it was Dog Shit Girl.

John Roberts was a judge for less time than I’ve been a cartoonist. And I suck. If eight years is the amount of time you have to put in to become a doctor, a similar amount of time should be required for nominees to establish an actual record to evaluate. Or, if the administration insists on appointing crap shoot nominees, we should adopt a random lottery. That way any random befannypacked American dumbass can get the job, instead of just some well-connected white guy. That would also make an excellent premise for a sitcom, perhaps if a folk music angle could be worked in.

Was there other news? I have no idea. I spent a decent chunk of the past week on an IPA tour throughout the northeast.

I randomly made a reference to the space shuttle in this week’s cartoon. It didn’t occur to me that it might actually get off the ground today. That thing better not explode or I’m going to look like the world’s biggest asshole.