November 25, 2009

"I plan to get in line at lunch on Thanksgiving"

My departing message for the Thanksgiving weekend is thus: if you are actually going shopping at three in the morning, you are a sick person who needs help and a better assessment of what family means. If you are a business owner who is opening a store at three in the morning, you should be arrested for violating labor laws.

To everyone else, hereafter referred to as "normal, healthy people:" have a lovely holiday weekend.

Posted by August J. Pollak at 6:16 PM

November 23, 2009

"District Pizza"

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I realized the other day that the last few months of Democrats being completely in control of the government has disillusioned me faster and greater than eight years of Republicans doing it. Most of that is exemplified in only the last few weeks of "debate" on health care reform, which I've effectively given up on. We may as well not even have a public option, as any version of one that will get through the Senate will be so neutered that it would actually hinder the positive spin on a plan with that name. My only consolation is that Obama's been in office long enough now to eliminate the "give him time, he's only been in office ___ days" excuse, in favor of the more visibly laughable "_____ is still better than (whatever ____ is minus the taste of blood)."

I'm going to be away for Thanksgiving to see family and friends and other remaining vestiges of things I still deem of worth in this dysfunctional country, so the next comic will be in two weeks.

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Posted by August J. Pollak at 2:39 PM

November 22, 2009

Sarah McMonkey McBean


Off again, on again, in again, out again,
through the machine and back round about again,
still paying money, still running through,
changing their stars every minute or two,
until neither the Plain- nor the Star-bellies knew
whether this one was that one or that one was this one
or which one was what one or what one was who!
Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,
the Fix-It-Up-Chappie packed up and he went.
And he laughed as he drove in his car up the beach,
"They never will learn; no, you can't teach a Sneetch!"

-Dr. Seuss, The Sneetches

Please enjoy the story of hundreds of furious Teabaggers, desperate to get stars upon thars from the divine Ms. Palin, only to watch her, literally, pack up their money and run away, laughing.

Posted by August J. Pollak at 4:18 PM