I don’t read the news every day. But when I do I get angry and frustrated…and I think about starting blood pressure medication. Not sure my health, your health, America’s health or the health of the world can survive this man.
Core choices
Here’s another one our friends at The New Yorker rejected.
And a scantron.
I think this one was also submitted in June. Not the best. But you just get an idea, draw it out and see what happens. Rinse and repeat. I haven’t submitted new cartoons in several weeks…need to get on that.
Unclean
Even the Son of Man is piling on Oreos…
Yogurt
Probiotics vs. Robotics.
June 9, 2016 & The New Yorker
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. 😉
June 1, 2016
His anger is cresting…
May 16, 2016
Those tongue depressors always made me gag. Stick to your guns, kid. Fight the power.
February 13, 2016
Casual canine?
January 15, 2016
I was thinking yesterday about Alan Rickman’s death, trying to come up with a cartoon that would have Snape battling John McClane from Die Hard. That was too much work. I did this instead.
White Outs 