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Oliver's short bus, continued
Checking the thread I linked to in the previous post, you'll notice there's now over 40 comments from more than one person falling over themselves to string any plausible means of suggesting that calling Obama a white person "with a tan" isn't racist. Rest assured that the usual references to Robert Byrd, Louis Farrakhan, "the need to look past race," "Democrats are the real race-baiters," and the rest of the solid gold hits all make appearances.
Just keep in mind that this is what we're going to get until November, and very likely afterwards if Obama wins. I think a lot of people are going to be amazed at the leaps and bounds Republicans are going to make to refuse to admit that people are racist because they think doing so somehow will help Obama as opposed to merely being, you know, what civilized humans should do.
Oliver's short bus
Haplo9 has yet to inform us how many black people on a daily basis he compliments for their "tans," because saying that is clearly not racist at all.
Growing up
To business.
A lot of you have probably noticed that there hasn't been a lot of activity on the site as of late. I just wanted to let you all know that this is because of some really big changes in my life right now. Next week I will be leaving Washington, D.C. for a new and very different job opportunity in Atlanta, Georgia. I've never lived there- or pretty much anywhere in the south- or pretty much anywhere other than the incredibly small portion of America that is the space betwen D.C. and New York City- before, so in addition to all the packing I'm doing you can imagine it's quite an issue to deal with.
Under the circumstances of this change, a lot of friends have asked "well what does this mean for the comic?" I think the comic's going to be fine, but because a lot of the legal and moral issues are up in the air at least for now I've made the decision not to talk about my new day job. (No, I'm not going to tell you over e-mail either. Please don't ask). I can only say for now that it's an amazing opportunity, and I'm beyond excited about it.
Anyway, the one other thing I did want to bring up is that this transition has sadly taken a toll on my previous employers at the Children's Defense Fund, who are in dire need of a new webmaster immediately. If you or someone you know is living (or willing to live in) the D.C. area and has experience in HTML, graphics and Flash, Web 2.0 concepts, and progressive non-profit work, please shoot me an e-mail at 
and I'll pass a full job description along. Serious inquiries only, please.
Bill Kristol hates his children
I mean, he has three, and none of the little ingrates are serving in the military. And obviously he's done nothing but implore them to do so, because the only alternative is that he's a sniveling little hypocrite and that's just impossible.
"The right to bear flesh-eating bacteria"
I know we had a moment of joy last week with the Supreme Court suprising us all by being rational and actually understanding how the law works, but I assure you that this was only an anomaly. As I post this cartoon, we are very likely a few hours away from the Court releasing a ruling essentially telling everyone in Washinton, D.C. that they will soon have the god-given ability once again to more easily kill each other. Huzzah.
I've discovered in my years here that there is nothing that creates a psychotic fervor in scared people looking for an easy answer to why there is suffering in the world more than the gun debate. Not abortion, not the war, not immigration. Nothing. There's a reason they're called gun nuts and I've met more than enough people to make that definition apt. When it comes down to it, I simply will never understand the argument behind the idea that you'll ever feel safer picking up a bringing home a device that is more likely to end up splattering the innards of your own family across the kitchen countertop than those of an evildoer.
My neighbors got mugged at gunpoint a few months back. If I had come home from work fifteen minutes earlier, or came in through the back alley instead of the front door, it might have been me. And I know there are a lot of people who have moments like that and suddenly wish they had a gun. I spent the night wishing I didn't wish I had a gun. That's the difference between hating the culture of fear and reveling in it because it means you can keep an Uzi under your pillow.