Tag Archives: 1971

12/27/2019 · 12:27 pm

Woke Zero

The Chisholm and Humphrey buttons are awfully familiar, but I just can’t place why…

Despite my general distaste for trendy buzzwords, “woke” never bugged me to the extent of, let’s say, “synergy”, or “logos”. (That’s “Logos“, not the plural word for “logo”.)

I can tell when a new word’s gonna go the distance, and when it’s gonna burn out. Want to know how I know?

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Filed under Bad Influences, Comix Classic & Current, Don't Know Don't Care, Faint Signals, Girls of BIUL, Idiot's Delight, Nostalgic Obsessions, Site Stuff, Worst Of All

Tagged as 1960s, 1967, 1970s, 1971, 2019, bikers, Billy Jack, cancel culture, Delores Taylor, Elizabeth James, Jane Fonda, Pablo Picasso, SJWs, Social Justice Warriors, Tom Laughlin

06/06/2016 · 2:56 pm

Pure Evel

I don’t know why people are sad about the Great Deathwave of 2016. It’s a remarkable opportunity to make a stranger’s life all about yourself.

Muhammad Ali, The Greatest, 1942-2016. A multifarious and complex personality that's tough to categorize, not a prop for your opinions.

Muhammad Ali, The Greatest, 1942-2016. A multifarious and complex personality that’s tough to categorize (especially for a pugilist), not a prop for your opinions.

When a celebrity dies, you now own them. You can take the life’s work of someone you never encountered and reduce it to a personal inspiration. You can interpret their efforts as empowerment for your own agendas. Oh, and you can cherry-pick the qualities of their persona that you agree with, and ignore everything else. A corpse will never call your bluff. Continue reading →

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Filed under Bad Influences, Faint Signals, Idiot's Delight, Nostalgic Obsessions, Saturday Movie Matinee, Worst Of All

Tagged as 1960s, 1970s, 1971, 1977, 1985, 1990s, 1992, 20th Century Fox, Bill Cosby, censorship, corporate crap, Crash Test Dummies (toys), daredevils, Elvis Presley, Evel Knievel, Futurama, George Hamilton, He-Man, John Goodman, John Milius, Michael Jackson, Muhammad Ali, New Jersey, parental advisory labels, PMRC, political correctness, Prince, Shelly Saltman, Spike Lee, Spike TV, Stan Freberg, television, The Fonz, Tipper Gore, toys, Wally Wood

04/23/2016 · 2:02 pm

“Dental Hygiene Dilemma”

Thanks to the generous social programs in my fair city, I recently got my teeth fixed, ending over a decade of busted-molar jokes and references in my work. In essence, I no longer feel like I have a mouthful of bloody razors. Once everything healed up, I couldn’t believe how much better I felt overall. Not that I consider myself a lion, but I couldn’t keep from thinking of that old fable with the thorn in the paw. Now I can chew food with my entire mouth, instead of just a small section, gingerly. It’s the little things in life.

If your teeth don’t hurt, or you have easy access to a dentist, thank your lucky stars. I’ll let you in on a little secret; us artists are merely holding on to whatever choppers we can before we croak. There is no “insurance” or “healthcare” for us; it does not exist. These are the breaks. If you want security, you go into insurance. Not drawing cartoons.