I'll lead off today with a seasonal panel from David Horsey, which is good Halloween fare because, while it's rather unremarkable on its own merits, if you follow this link to his essay, it will scare the bejabbers out of you.
Sort of like when you think that's just a dummy on the dark porch until, when you get close, he suddenly moves and yells "Boo!"
You should read it, but, basically, Chevron has dropped all pretense and is by-gawd buying an election in order to keep their business interests unhindered by local interests.
Perhaps there could have been a cartoon of other fatcat donors saying "You're not supposed to reveal ..." but then I rather suspect they're watching to see if it works, and, more specifically, if all their dark-money subtlety and anonymous-donor skulking around is really necessary.
Will somebody like Chevron finally step over the line and unleash the public fury necessary to push through a remedy to Citizens United, or will we simply amend the slogans on the barn wall to read "... two legs better"?
Meanwhile, over in Dick Tracy, a Halloweenish story arc is unfolding, which I sample here simply for the name he gives in today's last panel. A wink and a nod back atcha, fellas.
Speaking of depressing realities
Cory Thomas assures me that the fact that this episode of "Watch Your Head" hit the same day that cat-call video went viral was simply a bit of serendipity.
The video is short and depressing and, proving the theory that no good deed goes unpunished, there is already criticism online that the video didn't show enough white guys. Of course they didn't. It's a conspiracy.
The response to that -- I mean, besides the obvious, concise, NSFW two-word response -- is Jessica Williams' more extensive Benetton-compliant version, which I would embed except the Daily Show features autoplay. So go here, because it's definitely worth seeing, even if you've seen it once.
By the way, I don't know if this situation has gotten more out of hand in recent decades, but it's interesting that, back in the '60s and '70s, the cat-calling in Rome was obnoxious enough that college girls who had certainly walked down city streets in the US commented on it.
In the early days of SNL, Lily Tomlin riffed on the jerks shouting down from construction sites, but I don't recall a lot of talk of random loafers cat-calling passersby and I wonder if it has become more toxic or if it just means that women put up with a lot more sh*t in those days than they are willing to put up with now.
That's certainly part of it.
In any case, if you haven't picked up on the re-cast, re-imagined "Watch Your Head," you're missing some really interesting work. I was afraid Cory was simply going to tell the same story with updated art, but he's transformed things completely and this belongs on your bookmark list.
And speaking of things up with which people will not put ...
Juxtaposition of the Day
Yes, I'll bet the team was amused. About as amused as the guy in that second cartoon.
This reminded me of a story I heard back in 1972, in the days before the real vets learned to quit telling stories in public and left it to the Stolen Valor guys to talk about the war.
A Marine and a Green Beret at a restaurant where I was working, both fairly recently back home, were swapping memories of fraggings -- a term that encompassed more than specifically the use of grenades to redress grievances -- and the Marine told of a company clerk who had gotten hold of a bullwhip and mastered it to the point where he could crack it very close to your face without actually hitting you.
Which he did to a weary mud marine just returning to the fire base from several days out in the field, whose unamused response was to put a bullet through his shoulder with similar accuracy.
No word on whether the fellow was ever able to learn to wield the bullwhip with his left hand, but I suspect that, somewhere in America, there's a guy who has a very different explanation for the scar tissue on the front and back of his shoulder, and who, after all these years, has probably come to believe it himself.
Okay, yeah, the cartoons were funnier than that. But that was what they reminded me of, which brings us here ...
We can't leave on that note, can we?
And so I'd like to thank Stuart Carlson for raising a not-entirely-unrelated issue.
The politicization of ebola is brilliant. If Obama tries to slough off the panic, he's failing to have a policy. If he comes up with a sensible policy, he's ignoring the realities. And if he sits tight until after the election, he's not protecting the American people.
I get it. Well played.
But the Defense Department's idiotic, unscientific, pointless pandering order that returning troops be quarantined is beyond absurdity and is, I think, a case of brass hats abusing the troops in order to make themselves look good.
1. If building clinics exposes our troops to the viruses of people who won't be coming to those buildings until after they leave, then I would suggest construction workers in Dallas should also be quarantined, since the disease was present somewhere in the same general area where they were working, too.
2. On a less facetious note, DoD can't have it both ways: If the troops were that much at risk, then they should be getting hazardous duty pay starting when they arrived in Africa and extending until their release from quarantine.
And if they weren't at risk, then quit showing off with that damn bullwhip playing politics.
(Why do YouTube users spoiler their own work? Still a fun vid.)