CSotD: Settle in for some Saturday Cartoons
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Back at the dawn of time, when I was in college, there was a mynah at the Kresge’s department store in South Bend with a fairly large vocabulary. In addition to saying “I’m a pretty bird,” and “I can talk. Can you fly?” he had absorbed a number of phrases from the customers who stopped by to see him.
Like, “Come on, say something!” and its opposite, “Did you say something?”
He really was a pretty bird, but, man, when he spoke his own language instead of ours, his shrill whistle could nearly shatter glass. Much better to visit him at the store than to have him in your living room.
Also when I was in college, I got tossed off campus after freshman year for poor grades, but a friend with a similarly anemic GPA ended up with a large single room. His father was a major donor.
On a related note, if people can hack into Columbia’s files and pull out applications from kids who weren’t even admitted, it makes me wonder what’s so bullet-proof about Wharton’s transcript archives?
Lalo Alcaraz has been ahead of the news on this topic, so it’s not surprising that, whatever lag time he has for his strip, he managed to land this one just as Tom Homan was announcing:
People need to understand ICE officers and Border Patrol don’t need probable cause to walk up to somebody, briefly detain them, and question them … based on their physical appearance.
We already understood that, Tom, except for the “briefly” part, which is mierda de toro and you know it.
Goat’s got it backwards, because if that bull got put down, he caught a break compared to the ones who died more slowly in the corrida.
My experience with this has varied from dog to dog, but most of my ridgebacks were happy to keep the seat warm for me.
My current pup wouldn’t dream of climbing into the front seat. It’s nothing I taught her; just the way she operates.
The speed record went to my second ridgeback. I stopped outside the library, walked up to the door, dropped a book into the return bin and returned to the car, in which time an entire Whopper had disappeared from a bag in the front seat and the dog was in the back looking innocent.
Sometimes you train the dog, sometimes the dog trains you.
Juxtaposition of the Day
If you have ever wondered about the difference between a shout-out and a put-down, here it is.
I’m not a fan of zombie strips and feel that, when a cartoonist retires or dies, the strip should end and something new should get a chance. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings, either, if strips were signed for a limited number of years, because even ones under the original artist can be subject to burn-out.
And the fact that a lot of aged strips qualify more as commercial art than creative output is perfectly in line with the prediction that AI is just around the corner, because there are a number of zombie strips that could be programmed instead of hand-drawn and nobody’d be the wiser.
I just wouldn’t have named one in particular. Kinda feels like casting the first stone.
Juxtaposition of the Day #2
Legalized gambling has become big business. Mr. Boffo’s reference is somewhat timeless, and though the husband confesses to betting at the track, her response seems like a riff on how lottery tickets are sold: The notion that you can’t win if you don’t bet.
Which is true but you also can’t lose if you don’t bet. Odds of winning Powerball are 1 in 292,201,338, and if that isn’t a sucker bet, there aren’t any.
Meanwhile, the track reference brings to mind this classic Willie ‘n Ethel, also by Joe Martin.
Tank McNamara did a whole week on the folly of sports betting, which at least contains an element of skill but still calls forth the observation that those big gaudy buildings in Las Vegas were built on the money of losers, and that’s also how the sports books can afford celebrity endorsements and ads on national TV.
Both cartoons are well-cast, I think, because lotteries seem to be for older folks while it’s apparently the Gen Z’s who are piling up debt with sports betting, though, if you ask them, both ticket-scratchers and sports-betters will tell you they usually break even.
Must be someone else helping to pay for all those TV ads.
This isn’t really a timing issue, just a pun. But it comes along as Del Monte has declared Chapter 11. That’s not Chapter 7, which is a shut-down, but is a re-organization in which the company has declared itself for sale, and I think I’d rather buy lottery tickets than a company that specializes in canned vegetables.
I’ve long noticed that shelf-space for canned veggies is down from entire aisles to half of one side of an aisle, though that’s not counting tomato variations and baked beans or refritos, which are separate categories.
But I was contemplating the canned corn, peas and suchlike at the store the other day, and they were mostly store brands, which means somebody else is canning them under contract. I wondered if that somebody else was Del Monte.
If they go under, Popeye’s gonna have to start eating the fresh stuff. Wait’ll he finds out what he’s been missing!
I’m never sure whether to run Banx as humor or politics, but, in this case, if he’d drawn six judges without wigs, I’d know who he meant and would have saved it for a political day. Snopes disputes the rumor that Karoline Leavitt said the president couldn’t function with checks and balances, but it is true that she’s complained about judges ruling against him, and so has he.
It’s also true that a lot of knowledgeable court watchers are becoming impatient with the Roberts court, but that’s a topic for another day.
Instead, we’ll take this approach:
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