There’s an old urban legend that Fanta originates as “Nazi Coke,” which isn’t true actually, because as you can see, Coke was Nazi Coke. Those posters behind Max in the first frame are both closely drawn from actual promotional materials.
I have to wonder, though, who’s bright idea it was to put the sponsor’s logo on the security guard uniforms.
Unrelated: I had to explain to my girlfriend who Max Headroom was, which turns out to be pretty challenging. I guess you had to be there.
This comic owes much to Ruben Bolling of Tom the Dancing Bug and to Matt Bors, two terrific cartoonists whose work I’ve admired for years and from whom I’ve learned a lot. Also note, I’m not suggesting this is anywhere near as good as what they do.
This also took me a preposterously long time to finish. I really don’t know how real cartoonists do it.
Inspired by recent experiences. “Recent” in this case meaning “over the last 17 years.”
I finally got around to watching Breaking Bad (I know, late to the party) and like most people I’ve been taking it in four-to-six-episode doses. One thing that really interests me about the show is how it juxtaposes two of America’s most catastrophic policy failures: The for-profit health care industry and the failed War on Drugs, which has created a black market that makes the manufacture and sale of illegal drugs incredibly profitable.
I got to thinking how uniquely American the show is, and that led to this comic strip.
Yes, that’s an original image. And yes, I’m quite proud of myself.
Clint Eastwood is one of my favorite actors and directors. He got famous acting in movies that glorified guns and violence, and graduated to directing introspective films about the toll violence takes on the human soul. Unforgiven is my favorite Western, and one of my favorite movies ever.
Last night Clint Eastwood was the RNC’s monkey, debating an empty chair, then harangued by the crowd into delivering a catch phrase he’s ashamed of.