This cartoon came to me in a dream, or in that creatively fertile half-consciousness between awareness and dreaming. I realized, as I drew this cartoon, that I love George Bush, Jr. It's awful, but I can't help it. I just feel sorry for the poor little guy. I'm talking about the fictional one in my cartoons, of course--not that mean, stupid rich kid who gets to think he's in charge of the country out here in the real world. In a true meritocracy that guy would be making sandwiches at the mall. I don't know why I draw him so sympathetically in my cartoons, making him look hapless instead of cruel, pathetic instead of hateful. It's just the one of the only ways I've found of wringing any laughter out of our present situation.