Taliban offer gold reward for cartoonist

from the Sydney Morning Herald
A senior military commander of the Taliban says the Taliban will give 100 kilograms of gold as a reward to anyone who killed the person responsible for "blasphemous" cartoons in Denmark, Afghan Islamic Press has reported.

"Any one who will kill the person responsible for blasphemous cartoons of Prophet Mohammed in Denmark would be rewarded 100 kilogram of gold by the Taliban," Mullah Dadullah, chief military commander of the Taliban, said.

I've got a . . . friend who wants to . . . send you a gift.

let's do the time-warp again!
it's just a jump to the left.
and another step to the le-e-e-e-e-ft.
with your hands on your hips,
you bring your knees in tight.
but it's the pelvic thru-u-u-ust
that really drives you insa-a-a-a-ne.
let's do the time-warp again!
let's do the time-warp again!

"Hey man, spare a dollar for a brother biker?”

I look up to see an elderly bum decked out in full H.O.G. attire. I offer him a smoke, but have no intention of parting with real money. He starts telling me his hard luck story. He’s been homeless for about a six months. Lost the job, lost the wife, lost the house. Now he’s cruising around the Southwest on his Harley. And he just needs a few bucks to fill the tank, and get to the next town. This I have to see. We walk around the corner to look at his bike.

It is the sorriest, beat-to-death, early '90s Softtail I have ever seen. Frayed cables, dented sheet metal, bald tires over bent rims. There is a slow and steady drip out of the primary. It smells strange, too. Not in the normal “burnt oil” way. He offers to sell me his tool kit for twenty bucks. It has some nice Snap-On wrenches,  but Harleys are standard, and these tools are all metric. Still, it is getting on Christmas . . . might as well do my good deed for the year. I tell him, I live a block away.

I take him back to my garage to give him a quart of oil. I catch a momentary sneer on his face as he sees my Victory. I see his lips form the words “Jap bike”. As I fix the throttle cable he tells me he’s just waiting for the money from his "slip and fall lawsuit" against KFC to come through.

I swear every bum in L.A. has a lawsuit in the works.

An hour goes by fixing little things. We compare notes on riding, women and how we both have been in serious accidents. He asks if I have any of the pain pills left? I tell him "it’s been nice to meet you," and start shooing him out the door.

As he rides away, I think . . . "At least it’s better than a shopping cart".

so, teddy kennedy is writing a children's book. i'm not making this up. it will be called "my senator and me: a dog's eye view of washington." it's basically a day in the life of ted's portuguese water dog, named "splash". too easy.

Webmonster here.

Not only is John's Mac still down, but he's also swamped with storyboard work. So no new 'toon this week.

Instead, here's a Moldie Oldie that's still relevant today - just substitute the "Senate" label with "President". Does anyone, anywhere doubt she's going to ruin run for the White House?

so, the computer is down for a while. here's a text version of the cartoon i would have posted this week.

picture of tookie williams in jail. the caption reads: "the logic seems to be that this guy wrote a children's book; and, therefore, get to have his sentence commuted.

next panel, picture of me holding my enemies list. caption: "i have worked on a number of animated kids cartoons. i think that should get me at least one free killing."

also, our fight night: oompa-loompa vs.munchkin poll has about 20 votes now (which makes it more scientific than what you'd get from msnbc), and despite feeble rallying of a few munchkin fans, oompa-loompas are the clear winners.

as they should be.