Thanks this week to Myla Goldberg, who coined the phrase "moral claritin" at dinner last week. After that it was all over except the drawing. I'm only sorry I never had the time to figure out a way to include Jim Fisher in this one. He would, in the "AFTER" panel, have been barricaded in the house with a gun, holding the cops at bay, as he always does in the end. Note that moral clarity always seems to lead to the conclusion that somebody needs to die. I much prefer us confused ambivalent moral relativists, who can never quite seem to muster the sort of confidence you really need to organize a massacre.
That silly thing I say in the last panel is just another of my little jokes at the Bush administration's expense. A good-natured jibe. Just poking a little harmless fun! Ha ha! We're all about jokes here, I'm a cartoonist, of course I'm just joking, always saying funny little things that I don't mean, really. I mean who'd want to see Dick Cheney strung up by his own guts? Me? Oh, no. No no no no no. Oh my goodness. That wouldn't be a very nice thing to do.