Tuesday, March 28, 2017

28 March 2017



Hoo boy, there was a lot of stuff about team sports on the front page today. The raiders are moving to Vegas, because gambling and sports go together like Trump and environmental degradation. Yes, we get it, they're practically made for each other, but somebody's gonna get hurt. Anyway, if the Donald wants to eradicate the Clean Power Plan, he's got one hell of a fight ahead of him. So here's a case where his inherent laziness and inability to follow through on pretty much anything will stand to benefit the country. Sorry, coal industry; chances are your orange knight is not gonna close this deal, either.

Monday, March 27, 2017

27 March 2017



"Invisible" popped up twice on the front page today.  There was plenty of ink expended on sussing out the invisible thing, the unseen hand, the machinery churning behind the scenes, whether that scene be trial or protest or assassination. Or, on a much less grim note, the experience of being Latina and a Muslim convert, and how wearing a hijab can erase your Latina identity in the eyes of the rest of your community.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

26 March 2017




So the front page showed up adorned with a bunch of really nice photos---it was a Sunday paper, gaze-at-all-this-loveliness kind of front page (and let's just give a shout-out now to Luis Sinco and Allen J. Schaben, who really made A1 a thing of beauty today). After days and days of wading through the sewer that is our national politics, it was mildly disconcerting! But very welcome. So thank you, photographer folk. We'll consider this Sunday an unofficial day of rest, and gird ourselves for whatever bullshit arrives on our doorsteps tomorrow morning.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

25 March 2017




As much fun as it is to bask in the schadenfreude generated by the GOP's pathetic attempt at governing, it's best not to let such things consume all of our attention. A well-constructed front page is the perfect vehicle to thwart single-mindedness, because it will not limit itself to whatever's happening in your little corner of the globe. Today, for instance, A1 led off with the GOP healthcare fiasco (because how could you not? It's a story that triggers, all at once, joy and sadness and anger and WTF and OMG and like 17 other emotions that can only be summed up with emojis at this point), and right underneath that was a story about a coalition airstrike in Mosul that killed something like 200 civilians. Those are people that we were attempting to liberate from ISIS. It's a horror scenario, and it's a perfect, awful example of life in a war zone. And since we are a country that manufactures and maintains war zones, the very least we can do as citizens is be aware.

Friday, March 24, 2017

24 March 2017




The Republican party this week was like that dude who comes into the party all cocksure he's ready to have the fuckin' night of his life, bro, who then gets superdrunk in about an hour, pukes on someone, passes out on the ping pong table in the basement, and then gets unceremoniously dumped on the back lawn, where he remains, in a pool of his own vomit, for the remainder of the night.  Oh, and his friends totally write "penis" on his forehead with a sharpie.That's how the GOP is waking up today. You need a washcloth, bro?

Thursday, March 23, 2017

23 March 2017



Well, that was a big news day. The biggest story---the attack in Britain near Parliament---is mostly absent from this drawing. The pixelated edge of Chuck Barris (RIP) comes from the A1 photo accompanying that story, but that's about it. I mean, it's a little complicated marrying a portrait of Chuck Barris to a homicide scene. You either draw the homicide scene, or you draw Chuck Barris. Of course, if Mr. Barris is to be believed, he himself was responsible for creating a few murder scenes. Still, the breakdown of the House Intelligence Committee's look into Russian meddling felt like a bigger story to me; I think it has much bigger ramifications down the road, no matter where it eventually leads.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

22 March 2017



I had to do this drawing twice, and now I'm too damn tired to write about it. But I think you get the idea.