Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It End?
I followed the same M.O. as last
week for this cartoon--spent all day Sunday just drinking coffee and reading
the Times, with no ideas, wishing I had never had the terrible burden
of being a cartoonist thrust upon me, praying that this bitter cup might pass
my lips, then went to see a movie. Late that night I spent over an hour on
the phone with Boyd, during which the conversation turned, as it has more
and more lately, to civilization's collapse and our own lack of any kind of
preparedness or survival skills. Does anybody else have this same feeling
we do that the End must be near, what with an hubristic idiot pretender on
the throne, war imminent, and terrible portents in the sky? Everything just
seems absurdly dreadful, and growing darker daily. It's almost not
even funny anymore. But--thankfully--not quite. It was during that conversation
that he premise and almost all the details of this cartoon emerged--the stereoscopic
pornography, the cannibalism, "Didn't anybody know any girls?"
In the end I was laughing so hard my sides literally hurt. I hope the reader
will find it one-tenth as funny as I did. Last night, after finishing the
drawing, I went to see The Hours and kept thinking of this cartoon
and cracking up during the sad parts about pretty ladies killing themselves.
My entire cast of regulars is assembled
in this post-apocalyptic scene. (L-R): Boyd White, Michael Kirby (on floor,
with ass being eaten) Dave Israel, Jim Fisher, and myself. In real life we
really do know some girls. I don't know if any of them would consent to come
down in the bunker with us, though, if you know what I mean.