Hammy and the skeleton makes me giggle.
This is in such bad taste. Bad, bad taste. Funny, bad taste, but bad taste nonetheless.
Bad, bad, cartoonists.
Verne can’t win. If he ever wins, it means we all lose, because without Verne losing all the time we don’t have conflict and we don’t have comedy.
It’s not my fault. I can’t be blamed. I’m bound by the conventions of comedy to be mean to Verne.
Verne loses. But hey, Pumpkin Americans win!
Puns are the last refuge of the deadline flogged cartoonist.
T did a GREAT job with this one. Nice helicopter and soldiers.
Predictable, commentators over at gocomics.com are going ballistic over this one.
Folks, we OCCASIONALLY get political. T and I are moderates. This has been an outlier of an election. Trump is a clown. Hilary is a status-quo politician with lots and lots of baggage. Not equivalent. I’ll take the baggage over the clown any day. And I’m happy to say it appears as though most people agree.
I’m as guilty of lacking in compassion as anyone. Comedy and empathy really don’t mix. And there is no comedy without conflict. Yet… we should all take some time to consider the other’s POV. Just a moment. A second. A nano-second.
Then go ahead and make fun of your dancer wife tripping over a pencil on the floor.
Because, you know, it’s funny.
The Plot: Father Bear mistakes Trump for a giant orange cheese ball. A mistake anyone could make.
No bad bears.