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Bend over and we’ll look for it together.
Ewe haven’t herd this one before, have you?
With Cliff’s food obsession, I thought it might go with lamb chops, but you had the right idea.
This is a CARTOON, folks. Seen through the eyes of, and written and drawn by, a clever and creative imaginative commie cartoonist. Relax and enjoy.
You get what you pay for, bud.
Are the census takers going to be afraid to determine if the aliens are aliens?
Wasn’t Bloomberg mayor of NYC for twelve years? Don’t tell me he doesn’t know how to handle himself.
It’s a, um, uh, paradox, isn’t it?
Sixty-six years from Kitty Hawk to the Sea of Tranquility. And only robots to other planets/moons since Apollo. Until some magic technology is developed, we are stuck here. And maybe there are no aliens.
The human experience. Vonnegut may have captured it best in Slaughterhouse-Five with the philosophy of the time traveling aliens. There are all kinds of unpleasantness and horrors elsewhere in time and space, but right here and now, for this brief moment, things can be idyllic. Embrace it, savor it, absorb it. And when you’re sitting in that dentist chair getting a root canal with a catheter hanging out of you from your prostate surgery yesterday and wondering how you are going to get the IRS off your back, think of that pleasant time and how it warmed your soul.