Thursday, December 25, 2025

Yuletide Toons


Happy happy joy joy.

'Yuletide' means "the season of Yule", referring to the time of year around midwinter (in some parts of the northern hemisphere, this was once late September). Both 'jul' and 'Yuletide' demonstrate how the ancient Norse festival of jól influenced the cultural and linguistic development of Christmas traditions in Scandinavia and the English-speaking world. Originating as a pagan festival with no specific religious ties, Yule often involved various nature-based rituals and celebrations to mark the changing of seasons.


Yeah, fuck woke. Let's open a new front in the War on Anything/Everything.

It's spelled ...


...but whatever T-King and his manboobs say goes, as we know. He's keeping an eye on America, and it's a puffy and infected one.




Some Texans got a cow patty in their Christmas stocking this year. Richly deserved.


A few more Funnies coming on Sunday.
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Sunday, December 21, 2025

Tinsel Toons

The week before Christmas is usually a little more stressful than the rest of the year. My Xmas wish is that Satan Santa got it all out of his system. Probably not.

Make it a last-minute stocking stuffer. Supplies should be plentiful, unlike this (below) custom-made, limited-supply item.


Texas voters will either get what they want or what they deserve next year. Maybe both.


The Blues didn't have a very good December (winning a few special elections for statehouse and long-unfilled Congressional vacancies really doesn't count), but the Reds had a far worse one. No amount of calling attention to their dysfunction seems to make any difference, however, and that's unfortunately typical. How bad is that for democracy plutocracy/oligarchy?
Houston Donks will end '25 fighting amongst themselves. By no means unusual or uncommon, but the intensity of the split between shitliberals and progs bodes poorly for their challenges of the status quo in Austin and D.C. in eleven months. Lots of time left on the game clock but I'm not sensing a comeback. You'll still have Michelle's cheerleading and Kuffner's CFRs to get your hopes up, and I'll be holding your Fell For It Again Awards for presentation this time next year.

Some people get everything they want.


And some don't.

More than a few noteworthy transitions.


Closing out with some religious and sac- cartoons. Have a happy holiday if you can.
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Sunday, December 14, 2025

'Pirate of the Caribbean' Funnies


Not quite Captain Jack Sparrow.


Global maritime law says it's not piracy if a recognized state's proxy does it (so Somalis are pirates, SEALs are heroes, and Houthis are ...?). Which I suppose is why Jean LaFitte called his merry band privateers back in the day. T-Pain fits the bill in that respect.


I am also reminded of a cinematic psychopath, Daniel (Day-Lewis) Plainview from There Will Be Blood, specifically the phrase "I drink your milkshake".


The Donroe Doctrine asserts that dead men tell no tales, so there's our rationale for the "coming" land bombings.

T-Dawg likes his Coke with lots of ICE.


Indeed we are losing our legacy media in rapid fashion. Sometimes that's not a good thing.


And sometimes it is.


Some brief gallows humor about the Texas Senate contest. Thirty years on and the Donks are still placing their own necks in the noose.


"Jasmine Crockett vs. Ken Paxton is the US Senate race Texans Deserve"

Schmaltzmark Channel Holiday Specials from Brian McFadden:
I mentioned Oglaf last week; this is't one of his blasphemous toons (those are coming, just in time for Xmas) but it reminds me slightly of T-Boy. Any random presser lately, to be precise.
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Sunday, December 07, 2025

Rage Bait Funnies

It's the Word.
Some of you will recognize Oglaf as a gifted cartoonist who draws mostly pornography. There's a few that demonstrate his comedic interpretations of gnosticism -- or ag-, as the case may be -- that I will add to future Funnies/Toons posts. They're the only ones that are SFW. Inferences are all yours.

Jesse Duquette by contrast is the farthest thing from subtle.
So as America finds itself once again on the brink of a military invasion of a small country for the purposes of appropriating its mineral resources, Americans strenuously object but America's sociopathic leaders and their sycophants in the captive, corporate media press on, hurtling into another moral and environmental quagmire.


There are topics of national concern that some Americans and their elected officials would rather focus on. A few are even humorous.

For those keeping track, Mamdani won’t be mayor of NYC for another month, so it’s a little early to be panicking over what he might do if he becomes the first candidate in recorded history to accomplish everything he promised. [...]

When I was in elementary school some Birchers warned us that if we didn’t fight the Soviets, we’d end up in a society where we were spied on, stopped in the street, and ordered to show our papers. We didn’t, and here we are.

Anyway, here’s my challenge: If someone starts prattling on about communists, ask them to quote something from Das Kapital. Or ask them to explain dialectical materialism, which we covered in 10th grade.
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Sunday, November 30, 2025

Leftover Turkey Toons


Turkey sandwiches, turkey tacos, turkey enchiladas, turkey tetrazzini ...


Zelensky is served.
Blecch Friday.

I realize it's been a few days and news breaks and then gets flushed down the memory hole faster than explosive diarrhea, but please recall this is how we started the holiday week.


The Buc-ee's sign LOL


"Your sloppy disrespectful clothing is why air travel is so bad," says Secretary of Transportation Sean Duffy. So fix that uniform, soldier, or face recall to active duty for the purpose of court-martial.

If Democrats said to do those things, it wouldn’t give you permission, though if you wanted to import 400 tons of cocaine into the US, the president might pardon you as a good guy. But if you were ordered to kill suspected drug runners whom you could easily have intercepted and brought to trial, that would require a little forethought on your part. And if you blew up their boat and saw survivors clinging to the wreckage, you’d really have to think hard about either killing them or even just letting them drown.

Meanwhile, if you were ordered to arrest a certain number of brown people and to ignore whether they had legal status in this country, you should probably consult a JAG, if you can find one who hasn’t been fired or co-opted.

BTW, as a civilian, don’t assume proper identification will protect you against outlaws with quotas to fill.

And if you’ve loaded people on an airplane to send them to an overseas gulag and a federal judge orders you to turn the plane around, you should either do that or else be prepared to face having illegally ignored a lawful order.
Less décolleté prepubescent vagina, more law and order (can't believe I have to say this).
Ted Rall says we're focusing on the wrong part of affordability; we need higher incomes because lower prices are just not going to happen.
All I want.


Oh, maybe some science.
And a little thoughtful reasoning. Too much to ask?
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” -- Tom Stoppard

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Sunday, November 23, 2025

Looney Toons


I don' know boutchall but this was a difficult week for me. I had trouble keeping up.

Mambo's rising fortunes also eclipsed Marge Traitor Greene, who was suddenly making a ridiculous amount of sense as she signed out of Congress. Not about everything, but fer sure about the Death Star of David. And the Eps Files.

The entire week-long love parade through the Oval was weird.


But as bad a week as T-Piggy had, the Guards Of Pedos had a worse one.
Seems like a real shit-or-go-blind moment for them ("Should we be Nazis or plain vanilla antisemites? Tough call"). Democrats went out of their way to torpedo their champion with a Congressional condemnation but the grassroots appear to be finding their footing. This one below hits like ridicule but isn't; see the rest of the Xeet thread.


Although the gaslighting about ceasefires, the stalling of fossil fuel-consuming nations in the face of imminent climate emergencies, and the issues of affordability of anything and everything persist.

News item: Ultra-processed food linked to harm in every major human organ, study finds

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Sunday, November 16, 2025

'Fortunes Flip-Flop' Toons


When last we looked in on Democracy's Heroes, they were celebrating the fruits of their unified electoral labor in The City That Never Sleeps. Unfortunately Donkeys then did what they always do, and the threadbare cliches about snatching defeat from victory had to be powered up again.
But then Adelita Grijalva was sworn in, and suddenly the worms did a 180.

T-Dawg's mood swung straight into his gold-plated toilet.

I don’t know who started the flood of Sherlock Holmes references, but a whole lot of cartoonists and columnists have suddenly become Baker Street Irregulars.

For those who aren’t up on their Conan Doyle, the reference is to a dog that would have barked at a burglar but did not bark at a familiar figure. Of all the “dog that didn’t bark” cartoons, I like Danziger’s best because he depicts more than one dog.

Lawyer Barbie has been ordered to investigate the Democrats -- and only the Democrats -- involved in the 'Democrat Hoax'. I expect she'll promptly get to the bottom of it. Just as soon as she releases all the Epstein files she's still holding that she promised to let go of months ago.

There's lots more sexual innuendo that could be chortled over ('Bubba' is probably Jizzlane's horse and not Bill Clinton; really) but let's move on. T-Pain needs the biggest diversion he can conjure, and Venezuela is already in the crosshairs. Any minute now, they're going to get slammed.

Carville's Economic Theorem still holds: no matter the number of girls trafficked and raped, Bubbas blown or wars waged, the latest tariff TACO won't lower your grocery bill. And no matter how dumb MAGA is, a lot of them are hurting, and like us they're watching the rich live it up.

And fifty-year mortgages and fifteen-year auto loans aren't going to fix anything.


It's so good to see Clay Jones on the mend.
This caricature of Trump is the first drawing I have attempted since the stroke. Isn’t it crazy that I haven’t drawn anything in over a month? This was done with my left hand, and it was extremely difficult. I still don’t have enough stability with my right arm. I did hold a guitar pick for a few minutes today while strumming my Taylor 214. I’m not selling my guitars just yet. No, I do not plan to draw in the future with my left hand. Coincidentally enough, I drew it while waiting for an occupational therapist to arrive.

Clay still draws better than ChatGPT.

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Sunday, November 09, 2025

Your Mom-dani Funnies


Giddy Democrats rocked by good electoral results, roll Republicans. Who mad now?
Yes, I have used this pun before for a blog post title but that was back in June when Mam-bo won the primary. There were some one-issue voters in NYC that weren't motivated by free public transit or taxing billionaires or even *gasp* 'communism'.


(Though in Ithaca, they did elect a Communist. Yay!)

It's safe to say the GOP never saw it coming.
The case was full of baloney.


Prosecutors argued the twelve-inch sub constituted a “blunt object with extra gabagool.” The defense countered that it was merely “a peaceful expression of lunchtime dissent. Something more deli than deadly.”

The verdict marks a blow to prosecutors, proving once again that while you can indict a ham sandwich, you apparently can’t convict one.
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