The composition of the cartoon is interesting. All the suits merge into one, no details among the individuals. The standard bow ties, surely not clip-ons. The standard plutocrat cigars. No young people, except horse-tooth twits in the background. I seem to recognize some of the faces. I always admire the way caricaturists bring out depth from through use of varying line thicknesses.
Weirdly, it calls to mind “A Feasibility Study,” from THE OUTER LIMITS. The Rich are Luminoid Elders, gathered into institutional clusters but always thinking (Think Tanks!):
“They seek a planet on which life is healthy, vibrant, strong, and mobile. They need such people to do their work, to labor and slave for them, to manufacture their splendored dreams. The Luminoids need slaves, and they have chosen the planet off which their slaves will be abducted . Not too many at first, a neighborhood-full, perhaps. A neighborhood like mine or yours…”
Western colonialism is no longer the blatant subjection of poor nations, it seems to me it’s turned back on its own citizens and through years of increasingly sophisticated advertising propaganda, has turned us into consumers above-all, first of products and then of politics: benign slaves distracted by lotteries and reality shows.
Just playing with ideas, here … aware my opinions are not necessarily the correct ones, as one of my old history teachers scolded me.
The composition of the cartoon is interesting. All the suits merge into one, no details among the individuals. The standard bow ties, surely not clip-ons. The standard plutocrat cigars. No young people, except horse-tooth twits in the background. I seem to recognize some of the faces. I always admire the way caricaturists bring out depth from through use of varying line thicknesses.
Weirdly, it calls to mind “A Feasibility Study,” from THE OUTER LIMITS. The Rich are Luminoid Elders, gathered into institutional clusters but always thinking (Think Tanks!):
“They seek a planet on which life is healthy, vibrant, strong, and mobile. They need such people to do their work, to labor and slave for them, to manufacture their splendored dreams. The Luminoids need slaves, and they have chosen the planet off which their slaves will be abducted . Not too many at first, a neighborhood-full, perhaps. A neighborhood like mine or yours…”
Western colonialism is no longer the blatant subjection of poor nations, it seems to me it’s turned back on its own citizens and through years of increasingly sophisticated advertising propaganda, has turned us into consumers above-all, first of products and then of politics: benign slaves distracted by lotteries and reality shows.
Just playing with ideas, here … aware my opinions are not necessarily the correct ones, as one of my old history teachers scolded me.