Cartoon Round-up

Compiling drawings from the past week-plus.

There has been a noticeable spike in troll activity on Meta lately, ranging from zero-post bot accounts to young white boys with Bible verses and “Proud Christian Nationalist” in their bios, and I can’t help but make the obvious connection to the Right’s increasing comfort with flagrant Nazism. It’s only a matter of time before they start wearing swastikas “ironically”. You know, just to “own the libs" or something.

In any case, this also serves as a reminder that my Meta accounts are that much closer to deletion every day, and that platforms like this (hopefully) help preserve against the nativist triggers of lonely tech oligarchs. So, here is a rundown of some drawings from the past couple of weeks, safe from the prying eyes of algorithmic suppression.

I guess I expect this kind of lazy, reflexive capitulation to power from “country” artists who have more in common with Johnny Law than Johnny Cash, but it’s still a queasily subservient look.

If this administration were any more of a platform for stunningly inadequate white people, it would be a taping of Fox’s “The Five”. But of course, the Patron Saint of Ankle Monitors, Pete Hegseth, cleared the hurdle for a job that I am probably just as qualified for and will now have to learn third-grade geography.

Maybe it’s cheap to go after the low-hanging fruit that is Eva Braunzer, but, well……

…if the robble robble fits, as they say.

The only gulf that Friendless Urinal Cake should be concerned about is the one separating his easy chair from the nearest bathroom, because there is zero chance this lumbering garbage barge will make it there on time.

Promise them cheaper brown eggs, give them even cheaper Brownshirts.

When I say this time around feels different, this is what I mean. I was having a discussion recently with co-workers about how to deal with ICE agents should they show up at our workplace, and it occurred to me that a not insignificant number among us would have gladly given up Anne Frank for a chance to lick the boots of the goons knocking at the door.

I wonder if at any point when these goosesteppers were getting ready to raid an elementary school here in Chicago, they were like, “hey, are we actually about to raid an elementary school?” and then I realize that, yes of course they knew that, and this is likely why they signed up for the job in the first place. The lesson? ACAfuckinB,

Lots of Sasquatchologists taking exception with Bigfoot’s inclusion in this one, and I get their point. Truth is, the transparent fantasy of the Performative Maxi-pad makes all other myths seem as real as Full Diaper’s raging syphilis by comparison.

Idiot Kristallnacht can sign whatever executive orders he wants, but we all know he can’t actually read so I figured I’d do him a solid and help him communicate what he really wants to say. According to Meta’s new fact-bereft policy, this has been verified as “true”.

Closing out this missive with a drawing from over the summer as it is a useful reminder of the kind of queasy, blind sycophancy we’re up against. Lots of people were quick to point out in the comments that wearing masks IS, in fact, for sheeple. I, for one, hope that they all have the courage in their convictions to forgo masks from here on out, if only to spare the rest of us from their over-confidence in being loudly wrong about, well, everything.

Thanks for checking in and see you at the next toon round-up, where I imagine we’ll be looking at more cabinet confirmations and Elon sporting a new tiny mustache.

xo,

Jesse