Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It End?
After I'd already submitted the cartoon
of two weeks ago ("Ashcroft") I realized
that this would make an even better cartoon on the same theme, one more likely
to cause John Aschcroft himself consternation and chagrin and perhaps even
cause him to demand an apology. Ideally, I would have followed up that cartoon
with this one, to keep mercilessly hammering at the fucker two weeks in a
row, but instead I had my Fourth of July party and got so horribly hung over
that it was not possible even to finish this drawing (see last week's statement
for feeble excuses). So I ended up hastily finishing it this afternoon in
a bar in Port Deposit while my friend Jim and our barmaid Danielle peered
over my shoulder and reminded me, once in a while, to have a sip of my beer.
Think about it: why else would Ashcroft
have ordered that statue draped unless, somewhere in his twisted, stunted,
vestigial little libido, he were secretly titillated by it? For that matter,
why do you think the Taliban ordered their women to cover themselves with
burkas head to foot if not because they themselves were so weak and lustful?
Thank God we here in America live in a time and place where our women can
freely roam the streets in belly shirts and low rider jeans, with their bare
midriffs and the clefts of their asses flagrantly displayed. Let the naked
titty of justice shine on, my brothers! Yais, yais! How I luvs jigglin'
dem monster jugs!