Now Mal REALLY wants an army of Wildlife to do his bidding. Apparently, they’re like little Mission Impossible spies or something.
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How long, do you think, it’ll take Mal to decide that he needs a team of wildlife to do his bidding so that he can be as successful as Lowell?
This probably should have been loaded up this past Saturday, as there was a lot of patriotism floating around (I did a stair climb downtown on the famous Memphis Bluff. 30 trips up and down in memory of First Responders.)
There might be those who feel that respect and comic strips can’t go hand in hand, but I’m not one.
Of course, there are also people who feel that their own freedoms are diminished if all the citizens have the same freedoms, but I’m not one.
And then there’s Paste who’s just trying to stir up trouble so everyone will remember him no matter what, and I’m not him.
So, if you’re happy that you’ve got some freedom, share it around and encourage other people to be happy they have some too. Maybe don’t be naked on TV with the mayor, though. That might be a little too free.
Leave it to Paste to drag the local politicians into a scandal that they didn’t even bring down upon themselves.
In this day and age of political tomfoolery, Paste could end the careers of just about any politician from either side of the aisle. If the Mayor has made a career of being well-spoken and never swearing, he may not get out of the Outdoorfest with that reputation intact… And once the photos hit the social medias…
I don’t think Enis can be trusted to know what he says he knows.
For that matter, he probably can’t be trusted to think what he says he thinks, or even that he says what he says that he says.
Now, THAT’s untrustworthy.
It’s “nice” to see people in loooovvvve, ain’t it?
It’s a little more alarming when you’re seeing people getting all Lovey-dovey.
And when the people in question are well past retirement age… well, it’s maybe time to change the subject and not think about it any more.
You’re thinking about it, aren’t you.
Well, so long as you’re not thinking about your grandparents like that.
Ohhhhh, now you kinda ARE, aren’t ya. Ew.
News spreads like wildfire at the Fest! I guess with that many people all crammed together, lots of things spread like wildfire. News, Gossip, Talk, Innuendo, etc. Vomiting, as we’ve seen. The Flu, once would expect. COVID, if this were the real world (but in the Hubrisverse, there ain’t no such thing because it depresses me.), food poisoning, fleas, unmentionable vulgar medical issues we also don’t wish to deal with here ’cause they ain’t funny… and, of course, Wildfires. Those would, by definition, spread like wildfire. Campfire, too, if left unattended would spread like wildfire after a certain point. You can probably guess the point at which it begins to spread like wildfire.
Just gonna leave that joke riiiiiight here for ya.
Since these cartoons have already run over on the Patreon page, I’ve already got some feedback on this one…
So let’s examine Kara’s behavior… Competition junkie tries to turn her life around by dating someone who dotes on her and suits her father and doesn’t enable her competition addiction.
And she tries to turn him into Hubris the very second that she’s accomplished her goal.
Yep. Perfectly normal human behavior.
I’m now going to the kitchen to get my fifth soda of the day that I swore off five times today already.
Jacquée is lobbing softballs for the Mayor. They must have a studio appearance lined up later.
Durnell’s got the Fest on his mind. Can you blame him?
Dusty is cranky, and apparently has a longer memory than a lot of interviewers these days.
I spend a lot of time during news interviews saying, “Didn’t he (or she) do the EXACT OPPOSITE last year and swear it was the right thing and that the OTHER guys were horrible hypocrites? Are ya gonna mention THAT? Even to ask where the change of heart came from? Anything? No?”
No one is surprised that Paste doesn’t have time to go thinking up lies that he then has to remember, right?
He might think up a JOKE that involves lying to you, but jokes are more fun than torturing the facts until it doesn’t look like you just pooped on the Mayor’s big moment.
And so Paste has learned that valuable lesson that so many of his contemporaries and 99% of politicians have never learned.
Blurt out the truth and own it. Own that stupid, thoughtless truth down to the bone. And yell it through a microphone so that anyone who wants to bust you on it just has to suck it up… and probably lie to their boss about why they didn’t stop you in the first place.
