The Week in Cartoons, Annotated by seven million people who are tired of this crime scene...

No Kings. Period. But here's what I did prior to the march.

Another week in paradise, which was punctuated by seven million of your close friends peacefully demonstrating, while JD Vance thought it would be cool to fire live artillery over I-5 in SoCal.

Let’s see what the cat dragged in:

Her.

I see that Little Miss Sunshine State was photographed with Epstein and 45/47, which doesn’t really surprise me. I am beginning to wonder if Matt Gaetz, another opportunistic sociopath, would have been a more rational choice.

That’s where we are.

Why not George Santos? I see he got his sentence commuted yesterday, while all his nutbag friends celebrated. This man literally made every single aspect of his life up, got elected to Congress, defrauded campaign donors, and he gets 81 days in jail. Sure he deserves a second chance—in five years. This isn’t like inflating your law school grades on your resume, or even fudging your military service. This was a systematic effort to create a new persona.

Anyway, Bondi.

That she has the temerity (read mental illness) to attack every single Democratic senator on the Oversight panel (she even spat when one of the senators brought up their oversight function) is laughable. Worse than laughable. I was going to say “risible”, which is a fine SAT word no one uses, like “verdant”.

People have made the non-original joke about Pam Blondie, and, look, my hair kind of looks blonde because I apparently am using the wrong shampoo, so I didn’t want to do That Joke. But I did hit on “Legally Blind” off the movie title, so that was one of My Wordplays of the Week.

Let’s hope we survive her.

Next?

Our Boy had a good start, on paper, to his week: the Mideast Peace Agreement, or the Rich Gulf Nations Oil Assassins Stabilization Agreement. He managed to get his boy Marc Benioff to put him on the cover of the now-Benioff owned Time Magazine. I’ll get to this terrible sack of yuck later in this column. Anyway, Trump didn’t dig the cover photo, which portrayed his neck as, well, something that wasn’t a neck. You’ve seen the memes.

Naturally, Trump hasn’t avoided commenting on people’s physical appearance, either, so it’s nice to find out what his weak spot is.

Look.

No one over 60 likes their neck. I don’t like my neck, either. But I roll with it, like my blonde hair that isn’t blonde. Maybe some purple shampoo?

(NEWS BULLETIN)—My dear buddy who probably wants to remain nameless in this context just sent me a tweet noting that an artillery shell fired over I-5 detonated early and damaged a California Highway patrol vehicle in JD Vance’s motorcade. I am not laughing about his. CHP folks are good guys, well-trained, and do really difficult work. That 45/47 and Sofa Luvah would do this shows how much respect they have for the police. You know, protect the Blue and all that —except for that misunderstanding on January 6, 2021. Trump thinks Biden ordered FBI agent infiltrators to the Capitol steps, so this is the level of idiocy we’re dealing with.

Anyway, back to Trump’s neck.

You will soon note where I’m going with the Neck Joke.

Then I did this:

The original caption of this was, “We’re now calling it the Voting Far-Rights Act…” At the last minute, this change occurred to me, so I moved my Flair Pen (yes, I letter with an actual Flair Pen (C)) a little differently and came up with this, which was far clearer.

I have had more than one chat with a fellow cartoonist where they aren’t quite sure what the final caption is, and it is very common to retool late in the game. Maybe this happens to me every few months. Mostly I stick to the script, but you have to able to improvise on the fly.

Anyway, I liked this.

This also caused me to look at the statues in front of the Supreme Court, and I note to you that there is a woman and a man. I guess I knew this, but mostly I think about them as women. They’re not. This is part of my job: noticing the small stuff. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve had to look at photos of the Golden Gate Bridge to make sure it’s close to realistic. People in San Francisco notice this stuff.

Moving on…

This featured the appearance of Wattleman in the background. I may just draw him like this going forward. Saves a lot of time, and communicates who he is. A true distillation of his character and face is important to be sure.

Plus I enjoy it. You gotta love your work.

Back to the actual point, Secretary of War/People/Whatev Pete Hegseth demanded that the Pentagon press corps agree to some weird conditions that only one “news outlet”—OAN, a fascist MAGAphone—agreed to. Even Fox declined.

Fox.

I love drawing talking dogs, and I managed to work in a Very Good Boy in the Obey in Advance sense.

I drew this pretty fast, messed up the Hegseth face, so I drew a new one and glued it on (Elmer’s Glue Stick, far more reliable than Photoshop. I’m Old Skool, babies.

Next:

Here’s Benioff, who said he thought it be a great idea to have federal troops on the streets of San Francisco, which would not have been a plausible shark jump in the television cop show of the same name.

This did give me the delightful opportunity to return to Wattlehead, who looks like a fine Batman villain.

My brother is a Batman Guy, so I put this in for him. He’s a sweetheart and lives a righteous meteorological life in Minnesota, unlike his pampered older brother who now can’t take temperatures below 72 degrees in California. He can also fix everything.

I rode in a Waymo, again, a few weeks ago, and felt, um, safe, I guess. They’re weird, to be sure, but I didn’t see any slip-ups. So I did a Waymo tank.

I also threw in San Francisco DA Brooke Jenkins, who is an obvious political comer there and maybe more.

Did I mention Benioff is truly everything that’s wrong with America.

Benioff is everything that’s wrong with America, and particularly now, because he caved in to Trump. Oh, did I mention he’s a big government contractor who is trying to get a bigger ICE contract.

OK, I just did.

Then his buddy who ran his foundation resigned publicly and spectacularly, which caused Benioff to, er, “apologize” for saying he wanted San Francisco to be a police state. He mostly now lives in Hawaii anyway, so no one is gonna buy him drinks at the Top of The Mark.

Now that we’ve established what you are, etc….

That’s all I got, folks. Catch you tomorrow.

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Hey, YBs! : Let’s hope the day brings good tidings and good cheer tomorrow. Have a great evening. —J.