I Drew The Last Image Ever Of

My Post-child Period Resulted In One Instant Change: I Write Shorter Books For Kids.

I Could Draw Bloom County With My Nose And Pay My Cleaning Lady To Write It, And I'd Bet I Wouldn't Lose 10% Of My Papers Over The Next Twenty Years. Such Is The Nature Of Comic-strips. Once Established, Their Half-life Is Usually More Than Nuclear Waste.

That's The Conundrum Of Cartoon Stripping, As Opposed To Political Cartoons. When Your Anger Is The Driving Force Of Your Drawing Hand, Failure Follows. The Anger Is Ok, But It Has To Serve The Interests Of The Heart, Frankly.

Dear Lord, I've Been Asked, Nay Commanded, To Thank Thee For The Christmas Turkey Before Us... A Turkey Which Was No Doubt A Lively, Intelligent Bird... A Social Being... Capable Of Actual Affection... Nuzzling Its Young With Almost Human- Like Compassion. Anyway, It's Dead And We're Gonna Eat It. Please Give Our Respects To Its Family.

I'd Be A Libertarian, If They Weren't All A Bunch Of Tax-dodging Professional Whiners.