Thank the gods that Mr. Gorrell — possessing such a brilliant mind and a rich, nuanced understanding of all things political — has the moral courage to expose this nonexistent problem: an esoteric one, you could say, that resides in the minds of his fellow Republican propagandists. He should not be distracted by the fact that the US military has been using vote-by-mail since the Civil War, that places like Colorado, Hawaii, Oregon, Utah, and Washington vote almost entirely by mail, and 33 states and the District of Columbia having vote-by-mail as an option, all without any voter fraud problem. He has his master’s work to do and must be deeply thankful that he lives in a country that allows fools to draw cartoons.
Those dern progressives. These new auto-mobiles are going to put blacksmiths out of business. There goes the dang economy (1905). Please get a grip, Lisa and try using your, ummm, brain (if that’s possible).
Poor Calvin… an obvious cry for help. Or, maybe it’s a head injury. Or…
Oh, the horror, Gary. And they won’t let us yell “fire” in a theater when there isn’t one, make up our own “alternative facts” at a trial, intimidate others with threats to their lives or the lives of their families, and all sorts of other liberal restrictions on what we want to say. What the heck ever happened to good old, God-given, American freedom of speech. Yep. Friday the 13th, 1984 every day in ’Merica.
Thanks greatly for the gift of your work through the years. May you have many, many years of joy and wonder.
It’s one thing to lack intelligence and integrity, but Varvel has created an illustration of a Tesla that looks just like a donkey! Disappointing. This type of rant isn’t new. As in the early 1900s when there was such alarm about new-fangled automobiles putting all those blacksmith’s out of work (alas, cars don’t need horseshoes), Varvel’s uninformed and reactionary cry is sickeningly predictable, disappointing, and — ultimately — boring.
Glorp? What the… GLORP?
…and the cartoon is in two dimensions. What’s THAT supposed to mean?
I believe Dickenson was one of the first to recognize the poetic nature of one sticking pickles in one’s honker. Bravo, Emily!