Sunday, June 14, 2026

Sporty Funnies (for the not so sports-inclined)


What's your least favorite? Wrestling, basketball, soccer?

Mine is probably relitigating presidential elections past (I blame W Bush for that; he's the reason this blog got birthed almost 25 years ago).

Trump actually wasn't the biggest fool in this charade.


At least we were able to celebrate with Olivia Benson and Tay. It's so wonderful when megamillionaires and billionaires get to experience joy, isn't it?


Think I'd be more 'Mamdanistan'. If I weren't for the Spurs.


Ramirez again catching a clue. Prolly no Ill Eagles in his family.

My second-least favorite sport is off-season American football, college AND pro. Combines, coaching shuffles, transfer portals, way-too-early rankings, mock drafts ...

... and too much gambling, and now a lot more lawsuits.


The Texas GOP was in town, not for the World Cup matches. For the circus.


Sorry about that. Child rape ain't funny. It's long past time for a species that refers to itself as 'wise' to evolve beyond pedophilia, and a good start would be to end its religious leaders' conspiracy of silence about it (Pope Chicago, I'm lookin' at you, too). Full disclosure: this could also be a statement construed to be antisemitic by some who believe in Zionism. YMMV.

Anyway some of the gooniest Tex-MAGA are bound to lose, but if these people get much of their 2026 vintage of 'I'm Right of You' elected again ... Urine Trouble. *badumtss*


There were some elections in California too, I heard.

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Sunday, June 07, 2026

"The Very Model of Modern Masculinity" Toons


Happy Pride Month, Mr. President.

The latest bit of alternative reality is, in fact, true: The Reflecting Pool on the National Mall is, indeed, longer than the Sears Tower, the Empire State Building or the World Trade Center, which raises the question “So what?”

Pikes Peak weighs more than an elephant. There are more geysers in Iceland than in Peru. Ice cream has no bones. That a statement is true doesn’t make it relevant.
Venables seized upon Trump’s long-established sensitivity about the size of his hands, which became “a thing” after Dear Leader complained about a writer pointing it out. It’s a reminder of when you told your six-year-old that if he stopping throwing tantrums, the other kids would quit teasing him.

No we won't.

Republican Congressman Andy Ogles (R-TN) posted a shock message for Pride Month on Tuesday, declaring, “Homosexuality has no place in America.” Ogles, who has long stirred controversy with his bigoted, trollish rhetoric, added, “Happy Nuclear Family Month.”

Reaction -- which took the form of universal condemnation -- came swiftly (reactions collated at link are hilarious). Even Ted Cruz disagreed. But he might be gay.

America's 250th birthday will be a celebration fit for a King (not a queen).

It's two now, Mr. President.


No, it's gonna get worse. Do you think farmers and ranchers in north and west Texas already know about high fertilizer and diesel costs? And which war is responsible? Perhaps Texas Democrats are still capable of reminding them over the next five months.


If you're in or around the capital city this weekend (or the next couple of weeks), go see the Gilbert Shelton exhibit at the Austin Museum of Popular Culture. Shelton created The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers cartoons, which defined the late 60's/early 70's counterculture. Phineas, Frank, and Freddie were no small part of my coming of age.
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Sunday, May 31, 2026

Groan Ass Men Funnies


The contest for the U.S. Senate seat in the Great State has officially begun.


"Is there a vegan alternative for egging a fascist?"

"I only found a brick."

"Perfect."


A can of soup works also pretty well, especially if it's Jesse Watters.

I'm still gonna pass on the Corn tacos.
I suppose when Your President is Jesus (or a doctor, or a global conqueror, or whatever T-Boy is cosplaying as this week) no other man can compare.
After all, you can crime all you like and get paid by him for it.
Meanwhile the Masculine, Manly, For Men Only White House Cage Match/Freedom 250 Concert Rally seems to be coming together nicely.


So like everything else he touches: it turns into gold.


Grown. Ass. Men.


I am nearly 70 years old and I still don't get it.


Schlitz was the most popular beer in the country in the mid-70's, when I began drinking beer (a little ahead of my time). But there was a new, quickly popular entry in the market: Lite Beer from Miller. Rest in piss, Schlitz.

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Sunday, May 24, 2026

DNC D&C Toons


Before we take a look at the autopsy photos, let's lighten the mood.

I noticed that my Aliens toons last week were not so popular with the usual web-crawling searchbot rabble that drive traffic to this blog. I'll blame it on the reimagined Goog algo.


So anyway here's a few more UAP funnies along with some additional AI laughables (maintaining the tangential if obtuse connection) before we transition to the repeating self-destructive debacle that is the national Democratic Party.

Not everyone.

I'd be embarrassed. If I were still a Democrat. Like Hasan Piker.


That would also be the DemSocs, Bernie and AOC, herding you back to Abigail Spanberger and Xavier Becerra. And Cory Booker. And JB Pritzker. The people who promised you healthcare and reproductive freedom of choice in 2008 will absolutely find "other priorities" twenty years later if you fall for that okie-doke again.

Not that taking action on climate, genocide, imperialism, inequality, cannibalistic pedophiles and all the other urgencies should take precedence over things like expanding the SCOTUS and protecting our trans comrades from persecution. Those are important.
“Radical gender ideology” is the right’s new boogieman, joining “woke” and “DEI” and “Critical Race Theory” and “cultural Marxists” and “SJWs” on their increasingly deranged hit list. Donald Trump attacks it in executive orders; Pam Bondi told the FBI to offer a bounty for “terrorists” motived by radical gender ideology; speaker of the House Mike Johnson opened a subcommittee hearing by sneering “the scourge of radical gender ideology is very real.”
It's just that 'new' emergencies always occur. Like pandemics.


As we watch the Corn Dog era come to a close, let's try to keep in mind all he has done for Texas, and all that he means to all Texans.

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Sunday, May 17, 2026

Make Aliens Great Again Funnies


It seems popular lately to conflate people of my political persuasion -- 'leftist', infer the definition of your choosing with that label -- with wherever the right of the farthest right (no, keep going) is these days *cough* horseshoe theory *cough*.
I have the predictable objections, and certainly we all know how divided we are ... but I will cop to common ground on UFOs. Full disclosure, for any who've wondered WTF my problem really was: I've been a big fan of Ancient Aliens on the History channel for many years. Speaking as an atheist, the Bible history alone is worth the time and money. The Book of Enoch eclipsed Ecclesiastes as my favorite as a result of watching the program. This journey of enlightenment began two decades ago, when political blogging was still sexy and Alex Jones was "a beloved* local figure among the vaguely progressive crunchy austin counterculture, like dennis kucinich bumper sticker bouldin creek cafe chronicle readers." *Disclaimer: AJ was not, is not, and has never been 'beloved' by anyone but the worst people in the world. The late Art Bell's late night radio show had better weirdos, and I don't say that because I was one. Here's your time travelin' fractious recollectin' rabbit hole.
The show is now on hiatus*, which didn't even happen during COVID (a few of the hosts just completed a speaking tour). It's been a rough year for them; Erich von Däniken, the founder of the movement, passed away at the end of January, and both David Wilcock -- who took his own life in a disturbing and now-predictably controversial incident -- and Nick Pope, who suffered from esophogeal cancer, died in April.

*Update: Both Ancient Aliens (repeat episodes, new episode coming in June) and The Secret of Skinwalker Ranch (new season) returned to the History channel's lineup this week.

That was perhaps a tl;dr stage-setting for the latest T-Boy distraction dud. I mean, if you can't fake an assassination any better than this, better trot out the aliens. And sure enough, it's working.

If little green men visited our planet, Donald Trump would give more power to ICE to be a murderous goon squad, use it to cancel the midterms, claim it’s a sign for an even larger ballroom attached to the White House, and demand that the visitors give him a flying aircraft like Qatar did.

So when they say 'close' only counts in horseshoes, you can be healthily skeptical of that trope. Along with all the others.

Just say no.


Just say no to getting on a cruise ship (if you don't already, you fools).


And say no more to the billionaires who don't give a shit about anybody but themselves.

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Sunday, May 10, 2026

World Wars or War of Words Toons


Ukraine and Russia may be taking a break, but rockets are still flying and innocents still dying during a Persian Gulf ceasefire as the truth (alongside more than 350 US soldiers to date) gets maimed on an hourly basis. Despite the administration's propaganda-infused signal-to-noise ratio, no aspect of Trump's war by proxy on behalf of Netanyahu is being won. Even 'declaring victory and going home' isn't working.


Israel again intercepted the Global Sumud Flotilla -- this time hundreds of miles from the Gaza coast -- and assaulted, took prisoner, and tortured several of those on board the ships carrying aid. The US issued a declaration of support, labeling the peace activists "pro-Hamas". American companies feeding the IDF for free while Americans go hungry isn't the worst voluntary war tax some of you are paying, but it's top five on the dumbass list.

The economic chickens have not all come home to roost just yet, but they're on their way. The crows meanwhile have returned. And reasserted.

All while the unhealthily wealthy celebrated their sneering contempt for you.

So it's understandable that T-Brah needed another shiny object.


Weeks like this don't make me sad about the eventual climate conflagration.
Another (better) black bird for Sir Attenborough.

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