Thursday, January 5, 2012


Today, at the request of one of GCOL's biggest private supporters (financial and otherwise) and as a public service during this time of important decision making among the electorate (the Republicans that is) and at the $pecial reque$t of a certain political action group which by law remains completely "unaffiliated" and in no way coordinated with the Mitt Romney campaign, though they are legally within their right to to$$ major $$$ our way for our two cents (as per the ruling of our great and wise Supreme Court of these United States in the case which has come to be known as Citizens United) we have hereby been per$uaded to (very uncharacteristically for this webcomic) repeat an earlier post; our most gruesome, yet excruciatingly popular Newt Gingrich campaign poster.  

This iconic image, originally posted during the brief week or so when Newt (partly we believe due to the enormous influence of this revealing piece of political art) was momentarily "surging" in the polls,  (or maybe it was just his turn to be the up-horsie on the Republican Silly-Go-Round) lives on on the internet surfacing now in various erudite political and artistic venues.   Since its first appearance, Newt's had his ups and downs and accompanying attitudinal adjustments.  In less than a month we've seen him go from Negative Newt to Positive Newt, Naughty Newt to Nice Newt, and finally now back to Brutally Honest Newt, defender of truth in politics, and champion of transparency, the Newt who stands as a staunch bulwark against liars, lying, and lies (unless you include those told to wives who are incapacitated, hospitalized or otherwise distracted while you're in the process of pursuing your next romance.  But those don't really count, do they?)

Today, in honor of Newt's most recent defense of true transparency in politics, we feel his candidacy deserves another excruciatingly intimate look.

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Psycho Nextdoor

Happy New Year, all.  Maybe the New Year has me feeling nostalgic. Many of the first cartoons I did in "The Great Cartoon of LIfe," had a lot to do with how weird it was to live in Hollywood.  Today's post is kind of a throw back to that.  When I first moved out to LA from NYC, it was just like being in a Laurel and Hardy movie.  I lived in a true Hollywood bungalow on Beachwood Drive with a true LA psycho neighbor.  It was a wonderful time, and good too that I never got killed.

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