Pants Donkey posted:

That’s right, Israel: stop exiting right now

Clerical Terrors posted:

Weird tangent but am I crazy or does it feel like Tats' art is getting more...stiff? A lot of it is vertical lines, with characters either centered within frame or slightly offset, in either profile, back, or front shots. Compared to his earlier stuff it feels like there's less and less movement even from frame-to-frame, and the compositions are boring and static even when they deviate from just having your big important character in the middle of the frame.

Like they could just be illustrations accompanying some walls of text explaining what's going on and you'd be forgiven for not knowing Ishida used to draw comics.

Cloud Potato posted:

Guardian:

"Martin Rowson on Rishi Sunak’s Boxing Day – The Tory prime ministers of Christmas past have their own ideas about Sunak’s broken Britain"

Times:


Stephen Collins:

Can you spot the 24 things that were a thing in 2023 in this Stephen Collins Christmas cartoon? Link to bigger version, Link to answers

Fister Roboto posted:

Dec 25: Can't we just put our differences aside and enjoy the holidays my holiday?

Dec 26: Here's why black people are all predators.

Pants Donkey posted:

Israel bombed Bethlehem this week, so Merry Christmas I guess.

rydiafan posted:

Why the gently caress isn't he dead yet?

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EFFENGEEZER SCROOGE, A CHRISTMAS CAROL 2023
Cartoon published 12/24/2023

I’ve had several people suggest a drawing of Joe Biden as the ‘Grinch,’ but after careful consideration I decided it would be more fun to draw him as ‘Scrooge.’

I always like watching all the old ‘Scrooge’ movies on TV at this time of year. I prefer the black and white ones. I picture London being black and white in 1843, when Charles Dickens penned the tale—and in fact, Benjamin Franklin described old London as being a smokey, dark place in the mid 1700s. One of the best film versions is the 1935 one starring Seymour Hicks. When he contritely visits his nephew and his nephew’s new wife at the end, he takes a moment to look at their Christmas tree. He sheds a tear because it’s so beautiful.

Unfortunately Biden would never have the Scrooge conversion. He would insult any spirit trying to help him.

A friend in Florida sent me a bit of poetry about Biden—it sums up Joe Scrooge:

Joe Biden spent all his years in self-rewarding government life,

Part of that included sleeping with another man’s wife.

Raising one son who did not die in the Iraq war,

Another son could not turn down a Russian whore.

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Then there was that near-deadly kitchen fire,

Another minor incident that revealed Joe to be a liar.

Biden bragged about his accomplishments in law school,

Those lies ended his first presidential run—they proved Joe a fool.

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There were stories of riding Amtrak, battling Corn Pop, and leg hairs of a lifeguard,

These were the rambling fantasies of a confused blowhard.

Joe loved to tell tales of Mandela and civil rights,

Even though history confirms Joe wasn’t in those fights.

A man in a wheelchair Joe asked to stand,

How could such a bumbler end up leading our land?

Now comes son Hunter, brother Jim, and the rest of the brood,

While Joe brazenly sniffs little girls’ hair—disgusting and lewd.

The money roles in from faraway lands,

Joe smiles and waves with his dirty, blood-stained hands.

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Joe claims his ‘Bidenomics’ is a success and receiving raves,

The way Bidenflation is going, we’ll soon live in caves.

His presidency is biggest con to ever take place,

It explains the sly smirk often seen on Joe’s face.

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Joe gets lost on stage and shakes hands with the invisible,

He wants to run again—and that’s downright risible.

Imposing bans on gas stoves, assault rifles, and fuel from a fossil,

Joe’s mandates only make his mistakes more colossal.

Joe was perplexed when he saw the latest poll number,

Time for another vacation and a long beach slumber!

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Joe’s presidency has brought us nothing but woe,

He’ll lose in ’24…just don’t expect a RINO to be his foe.

Joe seems to think a second term is within reach,

Meanwhile, mounting evidence seems to cry “Impeach!”

So much Jill’s “restoring decency” to the House that is White,

Vote for Trump—he can help make things right.

Merry Christmas From Ben and Tina Garrison!

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AL GORE IS GETTING DESPERATE- WHAT? YOU DON’T WANT CLIMATE COMMUNISM?
Cartoon published 12/26/2023

Al Gore, like many good con men, shows lot of persistence—but his ‘Chicken Little’ routine has gotten long in the beak.

He predicted ice caps would be melted long before now and they are still there. The polar bear population is booming. His alarmist ‘cry wolf’ huckstering isn’t working any more. People are tuning Al Gore out. He’s been reduced to nothing more than a blathering, aging eccentric. The American people are more worried about making a living than climate change. They want to hold onto their paychecks—not pay Al Gore. Gore is now hopping mad that we won’t listen. Boo-frickety-hoo! It would almost be worth it to have the sea levels rise 30 feet or so just to see Gore’s multi-million dollar beachfront mansion slip under the waves.

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Another confidence trickster constantly in the news is Bill Gates. The man dropped out of college—he didn’t bother to study at all. He had the game already figured out—rip off others to build his business and now he’s conjuring up viruses in bioweapons lab so he can cash in while pretending to ‘save’ us with his vaccines. He ruthlessly pushed a dangerous mRNA Covid jab, and when it started to wind down he dumped all five of his pharmaceutical stocks and raked in 35 billion dollars! After he did that he bad-mouthed the vaccines and began pushing an oral mRNA product. Does he not know that we are paying attention? He pulls these shady stunts while pretending to be a generous philanthropist. Sure, he donates a lot of money to companies that make sure people get shots of stuff he owns. He makes sure the corporate media says good things about him—yet most Americans are catching on to his murderous plans and now they despise him more than ever. Because of this, Bill said he’s worried about ‘extremists’ in the population who refuse to be vaccinated. Bill will figure out a way to force everyone to get his poison. Gates needs another pie in the face.

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Another big con man who pushes climate change is Joe Biden. He wants the mainstream media to report rapturous praise for his Bidenomics. Like Al Gore’s climate change bunk and Gate’s vaccine scam, Joe thinks he can gaslight everyone into thinking ‘happy days are here again,’ and agree with him — just because he tells them to. Yet the polls show Americans despise the traitorous old fool that is Joe Biden. I expect him to be jettisoned in 2024, because the globalist mafia men at the top want an even bigger con man—“Hair gel Gavin.”

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Enjoy what’s left of 2023. We could see the legion of fraudsters that are the globalist Marxist Democrats push their vile bunk by means any means necessary — including brute force.

— Ben Garrison

L. Ron DeSantis posted:

The Islamic Shock posted:

Same as Kissinger, he's a phylactery lich who was smart enough to put his counter on a darksteel land and give himself shroud so the table has to wait for someone to draw some fairly niche removal option

(this makes him immune to Wrath of God effects)

Fister Roboto posted:

Dec 25: Can't we just put our differences aside and enjoy the holidays my holiday?

Dec 26: Here's why black people are all predators.

JamesBont posted:

You called it.

Discendo Vox posted:

Both of those comics make their subjects seem pretty great.

L. Ron DeSantis posted:

L. Ron DeSantis posted:

Charles Dickens posted:

“At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge,” said the gentleman, taking up a pen, “it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir.”

“Are there no prisons?” asked Scrooge.

“Plenty of prisons,” said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.

“And the Union workhouses?” demanded Scrooge. “Are they still in operation?”

“They are. Still,” returned the gentleman, “I wish I could say they were not.”

“The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then?” said Scrooge.

“Both very busy, sir.”

“Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course,” said Scrooge. “I’m very glad to hear it.”

“Under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude,” returned the gentleman, “a few of us are endeavouring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink, and means of warmth. We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for?”

“Nothing!” Scrooge replied.

“You wish to be anonymous?”

“I wish to be left alone,” said Scrooge. “Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don’t make merry myself at Christmas and I can’t afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned—they cost enough; and those who are badly off must go there.”

“Many can’t go there; and many would rather die.”

“If they would rather die,” said Scrooge, “they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population. Besides—excuse me—I don’t know that.”

“But you might know it,” observed the gentleman.

“It’s not my business,” Scrooge returned. “It’s enough for a man to understand his own business, and not to interfere with other people’s. Mine occupies me constantly. Good afternoon, gentlemen!”

Charles Dickens posted:

When the clock struck eleven, this domestic ball broke up. Mr. and Mrs. Fezziwig took their stations, one on either side of the door, and shaking hands with every person individually as he or she went out, wished him or her a Merry Christmas. When everybody had retired but the two ’prentices, they did the same to them; and thus the cheerful voices died away, and the lads were left to their beds; which were under a counter in the back-shop.

During the whole of this time, Scrooge had acted like a man out of his wits. His heart and soul were in the scene, and with his former self. He corroborated everything, remembered everything, enjoyed everything, and underwent the strangest agitation. It was not until now, when the bright faces of his former self and Dick were turned from them, that he remembered the Ghost, and became conscious that it was looking full upon him, while the light upon its head burnt very clear.

“A small matter,” said the Ghost, “to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.”

“Small!” echoed Scrooge.

The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said,

“Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?”

“It isn’t that,” said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. “It isn’t that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count ’em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.”

He felt the Spirit’s glance, and stopped.

“What is the matter?” asked the Ghost.

“Nothing particular,” said Scrooge.

“Something, I think?” the Ghost insisted.

“No,” said Scrooge, “No. I should like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk just now. That’s all.”

Charles Dickens posted:

At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel-full of chestnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchit’s elbow stood the family display of glass. Two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle.

These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bob proposed:

“A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!”

Which all the family re-echoed.

“God bless us every one!” said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

He sat very close to his father’s side upon his little stool. Bob held his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to keep him by his side, and dreaded that he might be taken from him.

“Spirit,” said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, “tell me if Tiny Tim will live.”

“I see a vacant seat,” replied the Ghost, “in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.”

“No, no,” said Scrooge. “Oh, no, kind Spirit! say he will be spared.”

“If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race,” returned the Ghost, “will find him here. What then? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.

Charles Dickens posted:

“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”

“It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,” was the Spirit’s sorrowful reply. “Look here.”

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

“Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.

“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end!”

“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.

“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”

The bell struck twelve.

Apple Pie Hubbub posted:

Ted Rall posted:

Is the right to free speech real in a world in which there are so many disincentives for using it?

Trapezium Dave posted:

Rall: Of Course You Have Free Speech

Trapezium Dave posted:

Rall: Of Course You Have Free Speech

Skios posted:

Trapezium Dave posted:

Rall: Of Course You Have Free Speech

Trapezium Dave posted:

Rall: Of Course You Have Free Speech

Skios posted: