CSotD: Friday Follies
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Pig doesn't get it right, but, then, Pig not getting it right is a pillar of Pearls Before Swine, so I won't take this personally.
In real life, the only people who can successfully work from home are workaholics whose compulsions keep them on-task, and I'm not sure that's as healthy as eating bonbons all day.
Working 9 to 5 was good for me, but I still used to pop in on my days off, sometimes for 15 minutes to check something, sometimes for an hour or two if I found it. But at least there was a wall — however easily breached — between "work" and "home."
And "9 to 5" was only an estimate anyway, given that I wasn't flipping burgers or welcoming people to Wal-Mart. Jobs in the white-collar sector involve tasks that don't fit time clocks, and, by the way, I read that the bulk of new jobs being created are of that sort and not in sectors where you can down tools and go home and have the next guy take over.
In any case, while a 9-to-5er may be able to work from home occasionally because of illness or whatever, I suspect that most people who work from home regularly are, like me, contractors and not employees, so it doesn't matter if they are sweating over a keyboard or eating bonbons as long as the job gets done.
To bring this to relevance here, I know a lot of cartoonists who maintain studio space, in part so their families can run around the house making normal family noise, but also in order to set up that distinction between being home and being at work.
And I suspect their bonbon consumption is indirectly proportional to their income.
Alex takes a swipe at a real event in Britain. I had heard that there was some sort of all-male get-together causing a stir, but the actual account of what went on at this annual pigfest is well beyond appalling.
Scroll down to the part where it describes the instructions for the "hostesses" — including a lot of college girls looking for a quick waitressing sort of gig — and don't miss the part where a former trustee of the group only misses his cliche by saying "shocked" once instead of twice.
Though, mind you, there was a full-page warning in the program against sexual harassment of the hostesses wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean?
The joke today in part being a play on Clive's well-established wimpishness, but also that, while the charities have declined the money raised, I rather doubt it will be refunded to the hogs who bid on the auction items.
Not even the package that offered plastic surgery and suggested you "add spice to your wife."
Oink.
Gotta say, Kevin Siers dropped this one at the right moment.
There were several reactions to the Keystone Kops moment when the President told the press corps that he was happy to be interviewed by Mueller and would cheerfully do it under oath, which was quickly followed by his attorney — Christy Matthewson or Tris Speaker or somebody — explaining that what the President actually meant was "I'm gonna shut up now."
That comedic event, however, took a more serious direction later in the day when it developed that Dear Leader had, indeed, attempted to fire Mueller and was prevented only by the White House counsel threatening to resign. Even someone as imperfectly hinged as Donald Trump is not interested in repeating the endgame follies of the Nixon administration.
In any case, the response has been twofold: One has been to recount all the times between June — when this internal showdown took place — and today that various spokespuppets for the President, as well as Dear Leader himself, have denied any intention of firing Mueller.
The other has been mockery over Sean Hannity's — and of course Trump-and-Friends' — loyal collaboration.
In any case, we'll see more cartoons along these lines in the coming days, but Siers hit it first and, in this business, that counts a lot towards hitting it best.
The opposite happened to the flood of "missing texts" cartoons that went woefully out of date when the damn things turned up after all.
But I still like Matt Wuerker's take, because most of the missing FBI text messages cartoons I saw were from the rightwing point of view he mocks: All het up over the missing texts but totally ignoring and denying the Russian connection.
When the texts turned up — apparently simply hard to find and not erased — it was nearly as sad-trombonish an ending to the panic as we had when it emerged that the Super Secret Trump Haters Society had simply been a joke, with the laugh on the humorless, gormless, clueless nincompoops who didn't get it.
Although we must continue to remember that there is a solid body of Deplorables who will believe anything, their faith buttressed by the assurances of a combination of Russian trolls and White House propagandists.
And if you think that's a harshly partisan statement, look at the record.
And if you look at the record and still think it's a harshly partisan statement, climb in the basket with the rest of the Deplorables.
Helluva note when a raging nihilist like Ted Rall offers the most intelligent suggestion for all this, but, really, if the President is going to start running campaign ads for 2020, why shouldn't the Democrats ramp up their efforts?
Maybe there's something in their bylaws that says they're not allowed to strike back. It would certainly explain the 2016 campaign, wouldn't it?
The National Democratic Party is in danger of becoming one of those places where everybody uses the parking lot, but nobody goes into the building.
Here's what I mean:
Mike Marland depicts a more formidable challenge, down at the grassroots rather than emanating from the penthouse.
Next time, DNC, don't give us the same old same old:
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