Oops!
 Today's
Raging Pencils was WAY delayed not because
I was in a deep, ultraviolet funk
over the results of the mid-term elections
but
because I had
TOO many ideas, most of which involved
body parts, chainsaws, and pits of lime.
That's when I knew I had to take some
quiet time
and
let the venom ooze back into my hope
chest before I sat down to draw.
It's now three o'clock in the afternoon
and I've finished the cartoon, which
I think
looks very nice, when I suddenly realize
that I've already done this joke... kind
of. See
for yourself. Doesn't matter, though.
This one'll do.
As for the mid-terms, I can hardly wait
for the first GOP tax-cut bill for the
rich entitled "Solar-Powered Puppies
for the Blind Act."
Before I go,
let me just say that if we want to get
rid of Citizens United, which allowedliterally
untold amounts of wealth to be showered
on GOP candidates, all we
need to do is convince black billionaires
like
Oprah
Winfrey and
Michael Jordan to part with a few measly
hundred million dollars for Democratic
campaigns in 2016 and 2020. Once the
specter of seemingly endless rap music
videos for
progressive candidates
hits conservative radars
the
SCOTUS
will reverse their decision so fast
it'd
cause a sonic boom.
Note: No hidden comic
today. Lefty needs to move on to world's
anew.
Additional Note: I went
to Google image search and punched in
the word "oops" in order
to find a suitable image
to accompany the Rant. I was surprised, though
not very, at the result. Try it yourself.
------------------
 I was
disappointed that November 6th arrived on a Thursday
as I have to cram the following bit of information
rather
inelegantly
at
the bottom of Wednesday's Rant. To wit:
Today, 11-6-14, marks the occasion of the 60th
year of my matter-of-fact escape from my mother's
womb.
(Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Dad!) I
don't
know what 60
years
is supposed to feel like
but
apart
from a few self-induced, stress-related traumas
I still feel almost NIB. Frankly, I am amazed as
you are as I was
certainly destined to expire in oh,
so many
violent ways long before Google was a thing.
Yet here I am, still working for a living on my
own terms,
doing
my best
to entertain
and/or aggravate as many people as I possibly can,
including every woman with whom I've been intimate,
and damned fortunate to live in a pretty pleasant
part of the world during the most miraculous
epoch
in
the
time
of man.
This message is not meant to elicit praise
or presents, or pity. It's just me, pinching myself,
jarring to wakefulness the dismally small handful
of active
brain cells I still possess, reminding them that
my life would be meaningless were it not for the
friends and family who've come along for the ride,
whether they wanted to or not. I love you all more
than you think.
So once more 'round the sun, brain. Hee-YAH!
=Lefty=
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