A Turn For The Adverse

Yeah, this is a ridiculously normal cartoon for me, one for which I sincerely apologize. I'll be snarky and mean to those naughty old Republicans some time after Xmas, 'kay?

But that doesn't mean I didn't spend the odd moment or two considering other, more peculiar, ideas. For instance, I pondered long and hard about bringing Uncle Sam out of the closet, what with DADT supposedly passed and all. I mean, only a gay man would choose to dress like that day-in and day-out. Right? I mused that he only hid in plain sight all these years just to keep his VA benefits intact.

Orrrrr...

Was Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer a genetic mutant or was he the result of exposure to toxic chemicals released into the groundwater by Santa's notoriously noxious factories? If the former then is he able to pass this shiny-schnozzola trait down to his children or was he born sadly sterile? I'm afraid that's an answer we must leave to future cartoonists.

And who's to say that Rudolph's strobing probocis was the apogee of rangiferian navigational aids? What if there were a reindeer born with a brace of sealed  halogen headlights in his antlers? Or how about a reindeer with a powerful set of phased-array radar protruding from his forehead?

Or even a reindeer capable of manipulating quantum entanglements? Huh? Huh?

Now I must sleep. My brain hurts.

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On the Eleventh Day of Xmas Shopping my Reddit Secret Santa gave to meeeeeee:

A Pair of Kikkerland
Leaning Men Bookends






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