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Afghanistan. Time To Leave. Way Past Time.

karen — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 23:32:13 +0000

I’m back. Sorry I was gone for two weeks. What? You didn’t notice? But… but. Oh well.
Here’s a cartoon for you.

I guess Afghanistan is the new Vietnam.

The Economic Meltdown:Perpetrators Still Perpetrating!

karen — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 15:01:42 +0000

This cartoon leapt out of my head at the NY Press Association shin-dig this week. The guest speaker was Tom DiNapoli, NY State comptroller. He was spinning our economic woes on the softener cycle when he said: “remember, we recovered from 9/11 and we’ll recover from this.” I got instantly so majorly pissed off that when the Q&A happened I wish I had had the nerve to ask DiNapoli if there wasn’t a very stark difference between the near destruction of our economy and 9/11. And maybe it would be a good idea, since Obama has the perpetrators of the meltdown at the wheel, maybe he should ask Osama Bin Laden to join the crew. Hey, why not! He’d fit right in.

But then, the Q&A coincided with dessert and not only did I lose my nerve, but there was a big fat brownie lodged in my mouth.

Is Congressman Tim Bishop On Drugs?

karen — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 01:24:52 +0000

So, here’s this week’s cartoon. Where is Joe Wilson (you lie!) when we need him? The fatuous Tim Bishop could use a Joe Wilson treatment right about now. Anyway, one good thing – maybe the only good thing – is that he has a charming and hilarious Deputy Cheif of Staff named Jon Schneider. I hope HE runs for Congress in November. I certainly won’t be voting for Bishop. But I’d vote for Jon in a heartbeat. He responded to my post about Tim Bishop’s website going positively paleolithic by not having any option for a woman to sign on as Ms, offering her only Mrs & Miss – hello 1962. That post with a screenshot is here:

Jon Schneider’s very funny response:

Dear Ms. Fredericks,

Miss-take fixed. Just wanted to shoot you a line to let you know that we appreciate you flagging the “Miss-take” on our website comment form… and while I don’t know how this “Mrs-tery” occurred it has been fixed and “Ms” is now an available option when one leaves a comment. I appreciate you indulging my need for morning puns and again, apologize for any “Ms-ery” this may have caused. OK, that was the last one.

Best,
Jon

Just the text from the cartoon: (hello search engines!)

Tim Bishop’s Congressional insurance offers 10 plans his family can choose from. He’s fully vested for lifetime benefits after five years.And we, the taxpayers, pick up his tab.

Bishop said he voted for thisHealth Care Bill because it will give Americans the same kind of options he enjoys as a Member of Congress.

Does he think we’re stupid enough to believe that? Is Tim Bishop on drugs?

If he is, I’m sure they’re fully covered by his fabulous Congressional plan.

Your Drink Of Choice.

karen — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 02:38:50 +0000

Ittttttt’ssss Wednesday! So here’s this week’s cartoon from the Independent.

How’s That Hopey-Changey Thing Going?

karen — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 00:54:15 +0000

Run Sarah Run

karen — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:00:48 +0000

The text version: Sarah Palin has both the Democratic and Republican party machines fearing she’ll make a run for President in 2012. She left the stage at the inaugural National Tea Party Convention last week as the crowd erupted into chants of “Run Sarah Run!” But Palin gave no hint to her future political plans other than to say that for the time being, she’ll be putting the Fox into Fox News!

I’ll Buy My Own Damn Politicians, Thank You.

karen — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 00:50:57 +0000

It seems so simple to me. We should pay for campaigns with our tax dollars. It would be the best money we ever spent. It would buy us politicians who understood exactly who was putting them into office, removing them from office. paying for their handsome salaries, and their “Cadillac” lifetime, as in – forever – health plans. Part of the deal in getting an FCC license should be that during elections every candidate gets equal time for free and for equal amounts of time. A bare set. No makeup artist. No hairdresser. And that means you, John Edwards.

Obama, Be Careful Who You Make Promises To.

karen — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 17:49:07 +0000

Messing around with that Teddy Kennedy can be really dangerous!

The Underwear Bomber

karen — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 18:20:19 +0000

I haven’t posted for so long because I couldn’t bear to have that gorgeous picture of Rudy removed from the very top of the page. But the time has come. So here is this week’s cartoon.

Rudy Fredericks Murphy. 1996 – 2009.

karen — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 13:43:07 +0000

Today’s cartoon is about my beloved Rudy.

I lost him on Tuesday, September 29th, just a few minutes past 5:00 PM. A day has not gone by that I haven’t cried my eyes out at least once. He was an extraordinary fellow and the most superb companion.

The cartoon below, like all my non-political cartoons came pretty much intact from from my pathetic and feeble life. As they say, “you can’t make this shit up.” If you click on the “read more” link here, I’ve posted the cartoon – and a story about Rudy from a while back. Thanks for visiting! And leave a comment if you’d like. I would love that.

And happy, healthy holidays to you and those you love!

Click the link below to see the cartoon and read the story!

Clicking on the cartoon will enlarge it and open it in a window of it’s own!

The Story:

TUSHIE CORDON BLEU

We have two whippets.

Rudy and Garcia.

Rudy is, as it should be with whippets, elegant, expressive, graceful, intelligent

and a very gentle soul.

His nicknames are, “Beauty Boy,” and when I am in mushy mode… “BallerinaSwanDeerButterfly.”

Or, lastly, if I am listening to Brazilian music, a softly glamorous samba in particular, his nickname is, “‘He’ who is so beautiful, that your eyes will ache with the sweetest pain, as you gaze upon his magnificence.”

Sometimes I wonder if he should wear a sign with the same warning that is frequently issued before a solar eclipse of the sun: Do not stare directly at him. His beauty is so great that it could cause irreparable damage to the eyes.

If Rudy were a person, he would be Fred Astaire.

Then, there is Garcia. His nicknames are…

Cannonball Murphy, Murphy being my husband’s last name,

Offisa McMurphy,

Tank Mc Murphy,

Mule Train

and Sluggo Brown, Brown being the last name of Old Pappy Brown, one of my husband’s many fantasy identities. Don’t ask.

If Garcia were a person, he would be Piggy, from Revenge of the Nerds, the one who wore the tee shirt with singed hole, beneath the words, “who farted?”

Anyway, Garcia, although he is six years old, still has to have his tushie wiped in the morning because otherwise, his butt becomes a canine rubber stamp, inked with doody, busily stamping highly aromatic donut patterns all over my house from dawn till dusk.

When I clear the dinner table every night, I save the dirty napkins, for Garcia’s “morning clean-up.” This accomplishes two things. It saves a perfectly good piece of paper towel from being used in a frivolous and wasteful manner, (have I told you that my gravestone will read, “here lies one thrifty soul?”) and, with the money saved on paper towels, I can now justify buying the more expensive and softer napkins (The Vanity Fair brand, ladies!) which can now do double duty, no pun intended.

Oh, and don’t forget to factor in the added savings gained by using the bright blue plastic bag the New York Times is delivered in every morning, which rises again to live a second life as a handy dandy, disposable and most important of all, free rubber glove, with which to hygienically perform Garcia’s morning toilette!

Last night, Rick made Chicken Cordon Bleu for dinner. So, this morning, as I dab Garcia’s tushie clean with last night’s dinner napkins, I wonder if technically speaking, it could be said that today Garcia has Tushie Cordon Bleu, and if so, maybe just for today, with his Tushie Cordon Bleu… if Garcia were a person, he too could be Fred Astaire!

TUSHIE CORDON BLEU

We have two whippets. Rudy and Garcia.

Rudy is, as it should be with whippets, elegant, expressive, graceful, intelligent and a very gentle soul.
His nicknames are, “Beauty Boy,” and when I am in mushy mode… “BallerinaSwanDeerButterfly.”

Sometimes I wonder if he should wear a sign with the same warning that is issued before a solar eclipse of the sun: Do not stare directly at him. His beauty is so great that it could cause irreparable damage to the eyes.

If Rudy were a person, he would be Fred Astaire.

Then, there is Garcia. His nicknames are…

Cannonball Murphy, Murphy being my husband’s last name, Offisa McMurphy, Tank Mc Murphy, Mule Train and Sluggo Brown, Brown being the last name of Old Pappy Brown, one of my husband’s many fantasy identities. Don’t ask.

If Garcia were a person, he would be Piggy, from Revenge of the Nerds, the one who wore the tee shirt with singed hole, beneath the words, “who farted?”

Anyway, Garcia, although he is six years old, still has to have his tushie wiped in the morning after his ride on the poopie train, because otherwise, his butt becomes a canine rubber stamp, inked with doody, busily stamping highly aromatic donut patterns all over my house from dawn till dusk.

When I clear the dinner table every night, I save the dirty napkins, for Garcia’s “morning clean-up.” This accomplishes two things. It saves a perfectly good piece of paper towel from being used in a frivolous and wasteful manner, Have I told you that my gravestone will read, “here lies one thrifty soul”? And, with the money saved on paper towels, I can now justify buying the more expensive and softer napkins (The Vanity Fair brand, ladies!) which can now do double duty, no pun intended.