A Note from the Artist

Nothing is more tedious than some blogger posting about why he hasn't posted in so long. Suffice it to say, other matters claimed my attention. I now intend to resume updating this site more or less weekly, to promote my forthcoming book (about which see below), reëstablish my relationship with you, the readers, and to replenish the pool of groupies. For further information, see our new FAQs page.


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My new collection of political cartoons and essays, Twilight of the Assholes, will be released by Fantagraphics in February. It is now available for pre-order on the Fantagraphics site, and several previews of the book have been posted on Flickr, Facebook, and Youtube. It's a good-looking book, if I may say so, the first of my books to be designed by an actual designer (Fantagraphics' Alexa Koennigs), and substantial, too--nearly 300 pages of hilarious cartoons and incisive essays undimmed by the passage of time. It also has an introduction by my favorite living political writer, Matt Taibbi, to whom I've referred my readers many times.

The official New York release for the book will be on February 17th, with a slideshow/reading at The Strand bookstore at 7:00 P.M., to be followed by beers at Burp Castle. It would make me look good if some people showed up.

Also I now have a Facebook page, for those of you who think that's a valuable way to spend your time.


Our Featured Cartoon

"I Fucked My Buddy!" (2003)

This one was drawn back in 2003, I think; I reproduce it here in celebration of the repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," a mere twenty years after it would've been a good idea, which is lightning-like response time for the U.S. government. At this rate they'll be addressing global warming before the end of the century. We'll have universal health care by 3500 A.D, and I'm sure they'll have banned semiautomatic weapons well before the sun turns into a red giant.

This cartoon was not a commentary on the Clinton-era debate over homosexuals in the military; it was a piece of totally nonsensical lunacy. We were sort of positing a parallel-universe genre of War/Homoerotica pulp paperbacks. Though for all I know there may really be such a thing (please do not let me know if there is). Well do I recall the day my friends and I thought this cartoon up. We could not stop saying the title over and over again, in gruff, war-movie dogface voices, collapsing all over each other and crying with laughter. I remember yelling it repeatedly on Baltimore's water taxi. People looked.


This cartoon is included in my astonishing debut collection, "The Pain--When Will It End?" (Fantagraphics, 2004, now senselessly remaindered).



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