I had already snagged this Stuart Carlson panel, for the simple reason that it was one of about three current political cartoons that doesn't either feature a bleeding and/or bullet-torn red maple leaf or somebody in hazmat gear.
Never mind "Inktober." I think we're in the third week of "HazMatober." Or is it just that all of you guys went to the same art school?
Anyway, I was simply going to pop this up and say something about being grateful that somebody was drawing something else, with a remark about how I thought maybe Monica's 15 minutes were up and that, in her place, I might be glad to have been thrust back into obscurity.
With perhaps a little speculation on whether the timing was entirely her own idea, and a vague hope that it might derail the Hillary juggernaut.
But then I got to Ann Telnaes's blog, and she had linked to this article about the heretofore unreleased report on ethics in the Starr chamber that investigated Clinton, which details how Lewinsky was strong-armed, if not extorted, in an attempt to get her to help them spy on the president.
The article is somewhat long and, if you happen to feel government should be honest and above-board, a lot scarier than anything you'll see on Halloween.
Ann also posted one of her old Ken Starr cartoons that says it well, but by the time Monica Lewinsky surfaced, it was pretty clear that Starr was on a mission, not to "investigate" but to impeach and convict.
Whitewater had turned out to be a big nothing, though they snicked off a few heads to make it look as if they'd gone into it without already knowing that.
So it came down to whether Bill Clinton was a faithful husband and the methods by which he approached potential "relationships," which I put in quotation marks because not only are the titillated onlookers apparently convinced that "having sex with someone" doesn't refer to intercourse, but they also don't seem to differentiate between regularly checking into motels or spending alternate weekends with someone and getting an occasional blowjob at the office.
It's one thing to play on the fact that most people don't know how sleazy and underhanded the world of commercial real estate is, but you really have to count on partisan value judgments when you ask people to not know anything about extramarital tonsil hockey.
Thing is, if they were right that she was not a willing participant, then it was neither an "affair" nor a "relationship," and, if they were wrong, then it was none of their damn business.
And in any case, it ignored the "Who Cares?" factor. Gennifer Flowers had come forward before Clinton was elected the first time. And, hell, if the only people who voted for the guy had been the women he'd fooled around with, he'd have still beaten Bob Dole in '96.
But, much as I'd like to see a different candidate step up, and much as that seems now to rely on something knocking Hillary off her perch, I think bringing back Monica is not only more likely to bring out a sympathy vote for the Wronged Wife, but if the revelations of the GOP's pitbull's tactics get any mileage in the media, it's going to actively work against them.
Well, except for maybe blunting the accusation that their eight-year plan to sabotage Obama by any means necessary was racist.
It wasn't a racist plan.
It wasn't even a new plan.
The lead times that try men's hearts
(Mandrake the Magician, July 18, 1942)
(Johnny Hazard, March 10, 1945)
Among the Vintage Strips I watch at Comics Kingdom are these two, which happen, at the moment, to be playing with World War II lead time issues from both ends.
As previously noted, Mandrake only got into war-themed adventures with his Sundays in April, 1942, and, as I said then, that may not have simply been an issue of lead time: It may have been because he needed to wrap up a two-year adventure.
His dailies were not so extended, but the story of Lothar the Pro Wrestler had started Nov. 10, 1941 and just wrapped up last week, which was July 13, 1942, whereupon this "Loose Lips Sink Ships" sequence began.
Which is a perfectly valid reason not to have started in on the war effort until seven months after Pearl Harbor, but, given that Falk would certainly know when his strips were scheduled to appear, makes the choice to track down false rumors about that specific event very puzzling.
By contrast, Barnaby and Mr. O'Malley were foiling Nazi saboteurs of fictional oil refineries, which makes a great deal more sense.
Of course, much of the fun of both Mandrake and the Phantom was Lee Falk's tenuous grip on logic.
Johnny Hazard, meanwhile, is facing a lead time issue that goes with the territory: This strip is early on in an arc in which combat photographer Brandy was on a plane that has been shot down, and Japan will (in the real world) surrender in four months.
That should be after the conclusion of this particular arc, but I'm going to be curious to see how the end of the war is handled, and when.
Speaking of which
This is a slide from Jeff Keane's presentation at Kenosha, which not only demonstrates his father's puckish sense of humor but also his complete faith in Stars and Stripes not to pick that particular issue to change their layout and in Bill Mauldin to continue to do gags about de-mobilized GIs back in post-war America.
For those who can't embiggen sufficiently, the poor sad sacks on the left, still in the Philippines on occupation duty, are looking jealously over at their counterpart with the caption, "If we had 80 points we'd be over there in Mauldin's cartoon," a reference to how you qualified to be sent home.
Brilliant gag not in the least blunted by the guy in mufti having just discovered that his girlfriend managed to somehow get herself pregnant while he was off dodging bullets in Europe. Particularly since Mauldin seems to be suggesting that, in losing sweet Suzy, he had dodged yet one more.
Incidentally, the notice of Gen. Hand's death appeared in stateside dailies Sept. 29, 1945, providing a rough date for this page.
And now, your moment of zen
A reminder that not all of those lovers and would-be lovers and wouldn't-be lovers put much of a limit on how or whether to hang onto the spotlight.