
Happy 3rd of July in the evening on the west coast.

Happy 3rd of July in the evening on the west coast.

Call the National Refill Association.

It’s probably one of the reasons. Sorry for the lengthy absence. I wish I could say I’ve been busy drawing cartoons for The New Yorker, but I haven’t. Just been in one of those unmotivated, Sunday-afternoon-nap fugues, I guess.

My apologies for being cynical, but this is what I see. The Trump camp appears to be guiltier than Team Hillary at this point but that’s probably only because he’s behind in the polls. It’s sad but not at all surprising.
Here’s an old Whiteouts about guns:

And another one from last fall about our inability to find the political will to overcome the money and influence of the NRA:

I don’t have the citation for this handy but about 80% of the American people favor bans on assault weapons and expanded background checks. And I’m sure the percentage is similar for prohibiting those on a terror watch list from purchasing weapons.
Contact your reps and make your voice heard. These steps won’t solve the problem–it’s way more complex than that. But they can begin to make a difference while still allowing those who want guns to have them for sport, hunting and protection.
Alright. That’s enough.

When you want to get the attention of the devout you yell: “Hey! Theist”
But that’s another cartoon…

One would think that Mr. Timberlake could command more than six million. His agent must take–what–a quarter pound of that?
On another note…I’ve been doubling down on my New Yorker cartoon submissions. Since that is my cartooning goal I’m putting more time into thinking up and creating drawings I think will have a chance of acceptance. That means less whiteouts.
Of course when their rejections catch up with the pace of my submissions (about a four month lag time) you’ll see a lot more of those cartoons here. 😉


Mr. Ed goes to Washington.

For the basketball fans out there, enjoy the NBA finals. These are good teams so there shouldn’t be bouts of extended dribbling.

Oliver’s poem was quoted in Diana Butler Bass’s book, Grounded, and I needed to draw it.