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September 30, 2005
Shrugville
It's a "Call And Response Friday" in Prickly City as we find our two lead cr4zy ch4r4ct3rs going back and forth about the oh-so-many ways in which our w4cky w0rld is so durn topsy-turvy.
Using the online "behind-the-scenes" feature included with the new P.C. book, let's see what other mindblowing give-and-take views were workshopped:
"You got your chocolate in my peanut butter" "You got your peanut butter in my chocolate"
"How can you call yourself pro-life and support the death penalty"
"Do fat people walk slow because they're fat" "Or are they fat because they walk slow"
"I can do it doggy-style" "But it doesn't mean you'll have puppies"
Keep at the workshop, but quit sniffing the glue, old boy.
The biggest shocker, however, is that in the end we learn Winslow is apparently Jewish. (Although surely reform, as the more traditional yidden would go with "tuchus.") So the lovable liberal coyote clown who hangs out with and whose values are slowly being eroded by the nattering con-tot is actually a heeb. Yeah, Winslow Lieberman sounds about right.
Posted by Sacki at 09:08 AM | Comments (1)September 29, 2005
Things That Make You Go Hmmm
You take the good,
You take the bad,
You take them both and there you have the facts of life.
The facts of life.
There's a time you gotta go and show
You're growin' now,
You know about the facts of life.
The facts of life.
When the world never seems,
To be living up to your dreams.
Why does God let bad things happen?
Why do people let bad things happen?
Why does the world have so many whys?
Why-y-y-y-y?
Stantis is so very deep today, isn't he. You might say he's creek deep. Creek deep, molehill high.
While the rest of the funny pages just laugh and laugh and laugh, Prickly City's very own Tootie and very own Blair's Cousin Jeri are left to ponder the facts of life on a "viewing cliff."
It's all so very heavy that it makes me go hmmmmmmmmmmmwhaaaaaaaaaaahuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?
Posted by CJo at 11:54 AM | Comments (0)September 28, 2005
Unter Gott
"So, what's all the fuss about?" Indeed. Why don't you tell us, Mr. Stantis. 'Cause from where I'm sitting, the only fuss is the fuss oozing out of your felt-tip pen.
I suppose I do recall a day two weeks ago when your colleague Matt Drudge posted an alarming siren on his website followed by the scary headline, "Activist Judge Declares 'Pledge' Unconstitutional; World Awaits God's Vengeance." But it's been real quiet since then. That is, until your little peep-peep-peeping started Monday.
But anyway, since WHEN is the Pledge voluntary? When I was a wee lad, if I didn't say the Pledge I got my knuckles rapped by Sister Mary Ellen Rottencrotch. Granted, I went to Catholic school. And we actually emphasized the God part. In fact, we were forced to change the words to honor our Principal...
I pledge allegiance to the Hag
That is Sister Principal Erica
And to the repugnance
For which she stands.
Please help us God,
Make us invisible,
And protect us from her wrath.
It's not a masterpiece, but whaddya gonna do. We were in 5th grade.
All I know is that this week's series makes me want to play Activist Judge on my own head so the pain will go away. (Please note: Activist Judge is not to be confused with the Blame Game. Different hitting implements are used.)
Posted by CJo at 12:25 PM | Comments (6)September 27, 2005
Alleged Allegiance
Today is a textbook example of a neo-con plunging headfirst into a topic where he really doesn't have a clue, just the typical talking points he hears on right wing radio. The whole "god is unconstitutional" storyline leads into the debate over the...wait for it...Pledge of Allegiance. (I'm using a lower case "g" in the word "god" because Stantis never specified which god we're talking about - for all I know he's talking about Mick Foley.
For me personally I never did get the idea behind a Pledge that all Americans were expected to make or suffer the penalties of being humiliated by your teacher by being forced to stand in the corner and be called a Communist. Looking back it's kind of weird to think of classrooms filled with children reciting a speech proclaiming their devotion to a flag, but whatever.
Carmen, however, loves the Pledge and can't believe when Winslow (wearing his ever so cute "PCPD" t-shirt, but I'm betting he's still not wearing pants) takes a marker and blocks out most of the words. You see, silly stinky liberals aren't happy just getting the word "god" out of there, they want to remove anything that resembles a noun.
Surpisingly enough Stantis's representation of how the Pledge should be censored looks eerily like the transcripts to the Nixon Tapes, the 9/11 Committee Report, and the Official investigation into the Pat Tillman cover-up. I wonder if Scooter even realizes that.
But remember before when I mentioned that Stantis was jumping right into something he probably knows nothing about? He did this before, talking about there being no wolves in Alaska. Here's a pretty thorough timeline centering around the Pledge, and I'm betting the red half of the country is unaware of the real history of our recital to a flag.
There you have it: the Pledge was originally a salute to Columbus finding us in 1492. That's right - wasn't about 1776, wasn't about Washington or Lincoln, it was about that guy who thought he went around the world and instead goofed and hit land halfway there. Thanks to him an entire country referred to Native Americans as Indians because the moron thought he was in India.
My favorite part though is that "god" doesn't even appear in the Pledge until the 1950s when Eisenhower put it in there. Come on, admit it, how many of you neo-cons who read this strip knew that? The ones I've talked to had no clue and always changed the subject when I drop that bombshell on them - I wonder how they feel knowing it's a tribute to Columbus of all people. Of course they're the same ones who send out that email that says all of the states had "god" in their state constitutions when they were first written, and it's just not true. For pete's sake people, check Snopes.com before blathering on about this crap.
Anywho, back to today's strip - I think instead of the Pledge we should have our kids recite something else. How about Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA," or Lee "Whatever happened to me" Greenwood's "I'm Proud To Be an American?" Ooooh - Neil Diamond's "They're Coming to America" would be cool - a bunch of 6-year-olds dressed in rhinestones and dancing on their desks would be a REAL tribute...to a flag.
September 26, 2005
Shrubville: Year One
(Normally CJo would be enlightening us today, but The Man is sticking it to C and he asked me to sub. CJo will return later this week and be much more entertaining than me - I promise.)
First of all, today is the one year anniversary of Shrubville. A big round of applause to CJo and Sacki for making our days brighter by making fun of Scott Stantis and neo-cons in general. Thanks boys. Keep up the good work.
Next up is yesterday's strip:
Since I'm the guy manning the weekend beat I was supposed to write up a snarky post on the "What race is Carmen supposed to be?" topic, but honestly I didn't have any desire to discuss it. Frankly I don't care what she's supposed to be. Some think African American, others Hispanic, others a poorly drawn Raggedy Ann. Now I'm not as familiar with the history of Prickly City as CJo is, so maybe when he gets a chance he can let us know if we've ever seen Carmen's parents and if they offer any clues. I know her mom "appeared" once, but they didn't really show her. I think her dad is MIA. In any event, it doesn't matter - I don't see skin color in my comics, I just sees me funny. And I don't see any of it in Prickly City.
Today's strip sends us twirling, twirling into the whole God vs. The Constitution "debate." Carmen climbs a bluff and tells a cloud (the Intelligent Designer? God? Buddha? Allah? The Spaghetti Monster? she doesn't specify) and tells him/her/it that they've been judged unconstitutional.
As Sam would say on Quantum Leap: Oh boy.
Yup, he's going there. Stantis is taking on the conservative Supreme Court and the words of our forefathers to say that God should be in EVERYONE'S life, whether they like it or not. I guess in his melting pot everyone is welcome, just as long as you acknowlege that his God is better than your God, heathen.
I can't wait to see where Scoots goes with this. Will he focus on the legality of God? Will he talk about how God is already a fundamental part of our judicial system? And will he still be unfunny doing it?
Personally, I hope Stantis tackles the age old question if God even exists. Maybe he has absolute, positive proof that God exists and has perfect teeth, a nice smell, and is a class act all the way.
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On a side note something just hit me: if Stantis can put out a whole freakin' book of his piss-poor comics, why can't Shrubville put out a book of its comments on said book? A companion piece, so to speak. Would anybody buy it? Or, more specifically, would 100,000 people buy it?
Posted by The Furnace at 01:30 PM | Comments (1)September 24, 2005
I Said Ha HA
The Hurricane Katrina storyline ends with Stantis tackling the blame game, asking if anyone ever wins. At least Scotty draws both sides playing the game, showing yet another subtle shift to the middle on his part.
My question: how is this strip funny? Are we supposed to laugh at Winslow and Carmen hitting each other with tennis rackets (even though I don't remember them ever playing tennis before)? Or is this supposed to be a "very special episode of Prickly City" like the ones asking for help for the victims of the storm?
That's probably my biggest complaint against Stantis. I wouldn't have a problem with the guy - heck, I might even like his work - if he was just FUNNY. Is that so much to ask from a guy who writes a COMIC strip?
September 23, 2005
Don't Worry About the Government
Same shit, different day. Er...I mean: same strip, different day.
If only I had my super-secret password so I could view the documentary, "The Making of Today's Strip" starring Scott Stantis, Tobias "Toby" Toby, and Stantis' heavy-handed editors. Alas, the "Prickly City" collection was unavailable at my local bookstore. And when I say "local bookstore" I mean "bookstores across the entire city of Chicago."
I'll just have to wait patiently for the U.S. Mail to deliver my copy. And, like, GAWD, we all know what those BIG GOVERNMENT INSTITUTIONS are like. They fail!! When you need them most!! So I should just buck-up and stop counting on the government for help.
(Does anyone know where the closest Amazon shipping facility is? I have to walk there to pick up the "Prickly City" book.)
Posted by CJo at 09:46 AM | Comments (3)September 22, 2005
Sweet, Sweet Milk
Today's Guest Speaker: Andy Roonie
Is it just me, or have kids stopped reading the comics page?
Back when I was a young lad...we even used words like lad back then - instead of kid; a kid is a baby goat, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to be called a baby goat, although there was a nanny around, so my point is that kids say the darndest things and the sweet, sweet milk that flowed forth from her teat made me do the jitterbug until I had to 23-skidoo.
So these comics today just aren't funny. In my childhood, and I'm talking about the days when I was a child, not one of these fancy new $300 protective devices for little Herbert so that when he rides his velocipede his precious coconut doesn't get scratched and all the sweet, sweet milk comes pouring out, so in my childhood they were called the funny pages.
Now I open the paper and it's all this narrow-focused non-humourous jibber jabber like Cathy, about some down on her luck lesbian who the convent turned away, or Gil Thorp, which promotes under-the-sweater-above-the-bra heavy petting among jocks and cheerleaders until all the sweet, sweet milk is gone.
The worst offender I've seen, and to be honest I didn't see it, but I had it read to me by my domestic, the worst offender is this Prickly City. I had the domestic read it to me twice and then yelled at her to get TODAY'S paper, not last week's. And you have to yell, it's the only way they learn. She insisted "Meester Andes, please to be seeing is to-day paper!" And as sure as that woman knows how to pull on my girdle so that I "lose" 50 pounds, it was today's paper. If it's obvious to me that this guy is just taking his talking points from the Wall Street Journal, no matter how erroneous they may be, you can bet your sweet, sweet milk that even a 4-year-old can see it.
Posted by Sacki at 10:20 AM | Comments (7)September 21, 2005
Rudy Rudy Rudy Rudy!
Good show, old Scott. That's the way to do it. After blaming the victims, it's time to go after Nagin. Stick it to him. Jab, jab, jab. Move, move, move. Body blow, body blow. Left hook, left hook. Uppercut. You're such a stud, Stantis.
Well, I suppose we SHOULD concede a point to Prickly City today. After all, Nagin wasn't nearly as heroic as Rudolph Giuliani was back when Giuliani was staring disaster square in the face. Who could ever forget Giuliani's heroic performance...in the 2004 Campaign Season. There he stood, face-to-face with TV Cameras, heroically savaging John Kerry for all to see, thus insuring we'd be safe from four years of flip-flopping, defense softness, judicial activism, homosexuality run amok, and crazy gobbledygook about global warming.
I bet Nagin can't ooze half as much slime as Giuliani can.
Posted by CJo at 11:44 AM | Comments (3)September 20, 2005
Identity Crisis
Yesterday, stupid silly liberal Winslow failed to heed the begging, pleading neo-con Carmen's warnings - and paid the price. Today, Winslow can barely ask for help, and it's only days later when Carmen notes that he hasn't moved in days - just like Homeland Security.
I got nothin'.
What am I supposed to say about this crap? Carmen, a neo-con, is completely without compassion about Winslow's dire situation - very much like her own government. But then she criticizes that same government by going after FEMA and Homeland Security. Whaaaaa? Couldn't he have thrown Dio in there as a third voice so these characters could actually be faithful to their personalities? On top of that, it seems like it's a little too soon to try to milk laughs out of a national tragedy while they're still finding bodies.
Why don't we make use of the comments section today. In what other ways could Stantis be political and humorous this week? Yeah yeah, I know he'll never be humorous - but what other topics could he tackle that wouldn't make light of the Gulf situation? I'll start things off: CNN.com rewriting Hurricane Katrina news stories so they favor the government now when they slammed it when they originally went up. Granted the hurricane is in there, but it's about the media.
What else have you faithful Prickly City readers got?
September 19, 2005
Please Help Part II: The Dickening
Ah, Winslow. You silly, stupid liberal. Why didn't you evacuate? Didn't you listen to the warnings? Why didn't you pack your belongings into your Mercedes SUV and drive away? Why didn't you take the $5,000 in emergency cash you had stashed in your wall safe so you could buy supplies along the way?
Is it because you're dumb? I've warned you before, you government-handout-expecting fool, if you don't get an education you'll be metaphorically stranded on the cacti of life expecting the government to come pick you up.
Newsflash, dummy, the government is not always going to be there for you.
So go complain about the Dust Devil to someone who gives a shit.
Anyway, Please Help. Donate to the Red Cross!
September 18, 2005
Dead Solid Perfect
Now I know - I just KNOW - in my heart of hearts that Scott Stantis had no intention of making today's Sunday strip one of the most dead-on, entertaining political comics he's ever written in his life. No clue. Nada, zip, zilch. It had to have been a complete accident. Had to have been.
Today Carmen and Winslow nap peacefully under a cactus - vacationing, if you will. Carmen suddenly stirs, telling Winslow that they have to get up and do something. However, the ever-cynical(?) coyote pup asks, "To what end?" And they both go back to sleep.
It perfectly encapsulates the federal government's response to Hurricane Katrina.
Good job, Scott. I know Sundays are usually reserved for single panel open-space strips, but instead you went with the "use pretty much the same drawing over and over in many smaller panels" angle. But that doesn't matter to me. We all know you're a lazy azz "artist," and that's fine - many would call me a lazy azz writer who uses too many dashes. But today my friend you stumbled into a fantastic slamming of your very own President's complete lack of compassion for the people of the Gulf Coast. Tens of thousands homeless, thousands dead (don't believe the numbers) - and I can hear you saying those words when first challenged with how to react to the coming storm: To what end?
To what end indeed, Scooter. You're right - they just don't care anymore. And you summed it up perfectly.
Welcome to the dark side, Mr. Stantis. Even though I'm sure you have no idea that today you're one of the best liberal comic strip artists in the country.
Posted by The Furnace at 08:29 AM | Comments (0)September 17, 2005
All Hands on Dick
It's SinglePanelday at the Prick...er, I mean it's Saturday at Prickly City. Today that luvable minx Winslow is wearing a life vest because, you know, he can't count on those lousy stinky liberals to warn or evacuate him if a hurricane hits the desert.
It's a cute little strip, even if the life preserver looks like a giant toilet seat around the coyote's neck.
See, I have no problem complimenting the Scootmeister when he's slightly, ever so slightly amusing. Heck a guy's got to be funny at least once in his life, right?
Except for Dick Cheney - that man eats babies.
September 16, 2005
Please Help
Take THAT, moonbats! In the last two days of the "Cross Words" Strip Prickly City, Stantis has shown beyond a reasonable doubt, citing facts and figures and sources and scientific research, that the hurricanes of Bush's second term are no worse than the hurricanes from Bush's first term. In fact, hurricanes probably haven't changed all that much since the glorious Reagan Revolution.
Boy, he makes a good point, doesn't he. It's not about the people who have lost their lives, their homes, their possessions, their jobs, their cities. It's all about refuting global warming, stupid! And making "liberals" look silly doing it, using their very own "sources" against them.
This guy's a genius. He spends a couple days diminishing the damage of the hurricane and poking fun at liberals, and -- after each strip -- he asks us to "please help" by donating to the Hurricane Relief fund at the Red Cross.
Send in your nominations now. Nobel or Pulitzer. Or both!
Posted by CJo at 09:46 AM | Comments (5)September 15, 2005
Quityerbitchin
I just read Thursday's strip (I know, I can't wait), and I thought Stantits PROMISED to be funny the rest of the week?!? WTF? - FredN
Oh, Freddie, you're looking in all the wrong places for haha. It's very honorable of you to have believed...well, depends who you believed. Was it the cartoon character that suckerpunched you or the author behind the strip? I could understand falling for the seemingly sincere utterances of an 8-year-old Hispanic neo-con tot who lives in a faith-based homeless shelter or her sidekick the loveable liberal coyote clown, but if you were hoping that this promise was coming from the man holding the pencil (and I like to think that he's holding it like a crab, of course, which would explain the lack of artistry (and by 'crab' I'm not talking about his attitude but rather referring to the crustacean)) then you were just waiting to be disappointed.
And frankly, what exactly is 'comic' about the Prickly City strip? Have they changed the title of the section from Comic Strips? Does this strip fall under the "Crosswords" category? If so, perhaps a modification to "Cross Words" might be appropriate.
Speaking of propriety, I'd like to take a few words if I may to discuss today's strip. Firstly, I hope I didn't ruin the surprise for anybody by putting Fred's (accurate) review of it right in front; if so, I apologize and next time perhaps I'll preface it with a "Spoiler Alert." Thirdly, I'll second Fred's (accurate) review of today's strip.
Wow, a zinger at the expense of the French! Or is it directed at the United Nations? Too poorly written for me to comprehend. But in any case, I'm sure this little strip brings great consolation to those affected by Hurricane Korina because, you know...it wasn't THATintense.
Posted by Sacki at 10:15 AM | Comments (6)September 14, 2005
Miss Moonbat
In lieu of our normal Shrubville today, we're running some letters we've received for our new advice column, Miss Moonbat.
We'll be funny tomorrow.
Dear Miss Moonbat:
When I watch the news on the TV which is always tuned to Fox News Channel (they report I decide -- you know that's their slogan and I believe it because it's true) I'm always seeing the liberals blame President George Bush for the Hurricane Korina. I think its really very funny the liberals blame the president for a hurricane. Theres a good reason you liberals are not in the majority today. Seems alot more people think like me than like you. Show me a liberal and I'll show you someone who wants something for nothing. You want us to be free and be safe from terriorism, but don't want to Sacrafise NOTHING to get that freedom.
I also see in my second favorite news source, the comic strip in my newspaper called Prickly City, the liberals are blaming President Bush for the hurricane. That's two sources, Fox News and the comics, so it has gota be true.
So I guess my question Miss Moonbat is why are you moonbat liberals blaming President Bush when it is clearly the fault of the ex-Philanderer in Chief Bill Clinton. What did HE do to stop hurricane Korina? NOTHING.
Mel D.
Atlanta, GA
Dear Gentle Reader:
Thanks for your question. Oftentimes I'll ask myself: What Would Che Guevara do? But I can never answer the question because I didn't study the history of Che Guevara; I just wear his T-Shirt because it's cool. Too many ideas make my teeth itch.
Dear Miss Moonbat:
Wake up, white people. God sent the blessed Hurricane Katrina to smite New Orleans, to rid the city of baby-killing abortionists, of butt-sex-having homosexuals, of mouth-genital contact between people of all ages and all genders, of decadence, of sin, of bare-chested college-aged Girls Gone Wild.
We are presented with a perfect opportunity to rebuild New Orleans into a gleaming white city, free from the scourge of liberal handouts and moonbat commie gay sex.
Blame not President Bush for how he handled the crisis. Instead, Praise Bush like we praise God. He hath spoken. We wath listen.
I bet you're a lesbian, Miss Moonbat, aren't you?
Rev. Bob L.
Birmingham, AL
Dear Gentle Reader:
Yes I am. You and I are more alike than one would think. We both love Bush.
Posted by CJo at 09:39 AM | Comments (4)September 13, 2005
A Very Special Episode
Stantis honorably spends today's strip giving information on how to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina, saying they'll "be funny tomorrow."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Come on Scott, we know you'll never deliver on that promise.
But Scottie, you're doing a heck of a job.
September 12, 2005
Buy-Buy
Lookit that silly liberal. He gets a free government handout and instead of buying food or clothing, he "buys" something a bunch of Hollywood Liberal Eliters told him to "buy" because it's "cool" and "trendy."
I bet Winslow listened to an appeal by Kanye West for support.
I notice Carmen has yet to pony up any money. As you might recall, she broke the bank for Howard Dean in order to embarrass the Democrats. And now she's got nothing left to give. I guess you really CAN'T "buy" happiness, you little brat.
Posted by CJo at 10:15 AM | Comments (2)September 11, 2005
Respects
In honor of the anniversary of September 11th, 2001, we here at Shrubville will pay tribute to the lost and their families by not making fun of Scott Stantis today. Especially since today's strip isn't bad.
Although I would have put a period after Carmen's statement, because an exclamation point doesn't really fit. But I'm picking nits.
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And for those of you who know me, I'm going to keep my conspiracy theories to myself today.
September 10, 2005
Lay Zee Boy
It's the weekend, so that means a single panel with lots and lots of space. Okay, I'm going to stop complaining about that since it's obvious Stantis is never going to put any real effort into the weekend strips. Lazy azz sumbitch.
Anywho, some people might consider today's strip a tribute to others who have told the exact same joke a thousand times before in the world of comics. Me, I say it's because of Scott's laziness. Winslow straps a kite to his back and wants Carmen to fly him. Heh. Or should I say Meh.
I could say that the political subtext is that Democrats - lousy, stupid, stinky Democrats - really want the (here clueless) Republicans to abuse them and assist them in their stupidity. But then that would be assuming that Scotty Boy actually takes time to think about his strips. He doesn't - he just pulls out an ol' chestnut and plugs his characters in there and expects us to laugh.
I know I'm seeing too much into this, but, um, didn't Winslow jump off a three story desert plateau into a kiddie pool last week? Why would he need the little girl to pull his strings? See the above paragrah if you think this was on purpose - me, I'm saying because Scooter doesn't have an original bone in his body.
Or a funny bone.
September 09, 2005
Nada Lives
Is he STILL on this? Dude, we got it back in January.
I almost miss the Clinton bashing.
I ain't got nothing else.
Posted by CJo at 12:02 PM | Comments (3)September 08, 2005
He Used To Drive That Blue Car
Nincompoop.
Stalinist.
Fascist.
Stalinist fascist.
Stupid girl lover.
When you get around to playing the at-home version of America's favorite comic-strip board game, PC2K5, feel free to liven up the chatter by throwing around a few of these lovely names. If, of course, you're lucky enough to have been able to get to play the Carmen character. (Supplies needed: cooked spaghetti for your hair, fried bologna for the lips, a frying pan for the forehead and a pocketful of hate for those whose ideologies you disagree with.) It's akin to being the wheelbarrow in Monopoly - everybody wants to play as the wheelbarrow, but only the lucky one can.
Or perhaps, as second choice of course, you get to play as Winslow. All you need to do is wear some sort of magical article of clothing or possibly a piece of jewelry that you can attach some significance to by claiming some dead & bearded philosopher/prophet gave mystical powers to. You know, like a Che shirt or possibly a necklace with a cross attached to it or...what? Am I still talking about Winslow?
I'm a bit confused, I must confess. All this time, I was under the impression that Carmen was on the side of worshipping radicals from long ago who convinced large groups of people to follow their wacky ideas. So look out, Andre The Giant. Carmen doesn't care how big you are or whether you have a posse, and I fear she's not afraid to use a thimble to take you out.
Posted by Sacki at 09:40 AM | Comments (1)September 07, 2005
Che It Isn't So
Ah, Ziggy. Will you ever win?
Apparently not.
Neither will Che Guevera and the Mall-Rat Radicals who take it on the chin once again with a Rightwing Hook from the iron fist of Stantis. Yes, Scott already covered this topic on January 14, 2005. But since it was soooooooooooooooooooooo funny and soooooooooooooooooooo insightful the first time, who could blame him for giving it another shot.
Tell it once and I'll laugh like Winslow: Bra-ha-ha!
Tell it twice and I'll laugh like Carmen: MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.
Of course, there's a fine line between humor and sadness. Alas, tell it three times and I'll cry on the inside. Just like Pagliacci did.
Oh wait. Sacki already tried that. But you know, it was soooooooooooooooo funny and sooooooooooooooooooo insightful the first time...
Posted by CJo at 09:47 AM | Comments (2)September 06, 2005
Well She Thinks It's Funny
Since yesterday was a holiday, both Stantis and Shrubville took the day off. Stantis ran a strip where Winslow got a camera phone, and it was so funny Shrubville and the rest of the world forgot to laugh.
For this week's storyline, Scott had to flip through the Prickly City Master List of Targets(c), and lo and behold it landed on Hillary Clinton. You see, Winslow says that Hillary says she's a centrist, and Carmen laughs like an evil hyena.
Carmen should know all about someone claiming to be a centrist when in reality the candidate is an extremist - doesn't anyone else remember back in 2000 when W ran as the ultimate middle-of-the-road Republican? Yeah, that turned out well. At least if Hillary were President should would have figured out that hurricane = water, therefore too much water in New Orleans = levee breaking. But hey, NOBODY could have predicted that, right? Right?
So for the next three days we can expect even more Hillary bashing. And I for one am thankful I don't have to pad out three more postings like CJo and Sacki are going to have do to this week. Sorry boys.
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This was just too much to pass up. This is a quote from Barbara Bush while touring the Astrodome, which is housing the people who lost their homes and jobs and everything they had in life because of Katrina:
"So Many Of The People In The Arena... Were Underprivileged Anyway, So This Is Working Very Well For Them."
Let's see Carmen laugh at that.
Help if you can:
September 04, 2005
Oblivious
I don't blame Scott Stantis for his Sunday strip. He had no way of knowing two weeks ago that today's strip - featuring Winslow cannon-balling into Carmen's inflatable pool - would be in such poor taste considering the tragedy in the Gulf. I hope that the newspapers around the country that carry his "comic" strip will pull it out of respect for the victims of Katrina.
However, if Stantis wrote this last week, knowing full well that a hurricane was headed for the United States , may he rot in hell for eternity.
Help if you can (although word is the Feds aren't letting the Red Cross into New Orleans):
September 03, 2005
What's a 4 Letter Word for "You Suck?"
"Good evening ladies and germs....wakka wakka wakka...take my wife, please!"
Okay, maybe Stantis isn't ready to play the Catskills, but damn if today's kicker to the weeklong - "Winslow Loves Condi 'I like to buy $7000 in shoes while people drown' Rice" - storyline isn't about as old hat as you can get.
Winslow gets a letter from Condi. He's too nervous, so he has Carmen read it. What does the letter say? That she loves him and wants to marry him?
Come on, folks - who can't predict EXACTLY where Stantis is going with this? It's as if he thinks we're reading comics for the very first time.
Well, to spoil it for everyone, IT'S A RESTRAINING ORDER! HAHAHAHAHA!!! OMG, ROFL, LOLOLOL!!!
Maybe it's because I can't see clearly since I'm in too much of a rage over what's happening along the Gulf Coast. Maybe that's what's clouding my funny meter, and any other day this would be a rip-roaring ending to a slightly humorous (and REALLY funny for Stantis) series of strips. Instead, it just feels like warm piss.
Oh, and unlike this administration, I would like to admit my mistake in guessing that "C" would be Anny the Tranny Coulter instead of Condi Rice. I still think Coulter would be funnier - instead of a restraining order, she would have either had them enforce the Patriot Act and send Winslow to Guantanamo, or she would have showed up, bent over, and let the little wolf have his way with her naughty bits. You know, because Coulter's a dirty, nasty, male whore.
But on a serious note, help if you can:
September 02, 2005
I'm on the Hunt I'm After Shoes
You'all called it on Tuesday: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's Condi!
I'm a little concerned and confused by the use of "swarthy" as a descriptor.
Swarthy?
Condi?
Hardly.
I might opt for "shoe-y" or "spamalot-y" before "swarthy."
By the way, this is the second time Stantis has drawn Winslow with Hungry-Like-the-Wolf Mouth when thinking about Rice. With such an interest in human/animal coupling, it's almost as those he's an activist judge from the Mas-sa-chu-setts Supreme Court, which, as you know, has allowed humans and animals to marry.
Anyway, I don't have much time today. There's tragedy afoot in our country. And there's a new shipment of Manolo Blahnik's at Neiman Marcus. Gotta go!
Posted by CJo at 11:55 AM | Comments (5)September 01, 2005
Just Like Pagliacci Did
If I did not know better (and it is no certainty that I do, in fact, know better), if I had just come to this strip today without any background information on the characters of Prickly City, I would think that Winslow is a female. Due to some cosmic karmic quirk, it turns out that I do find myself having a knowledge of these animated characters and their daily activities - with the assistance of the extensive notes and rumors here at Shrubville, of course. (Thanks to the rumor bin on January 12, 2005, we now know that it is almost certain that an apt anagram for Scott Stantis is "scat snot tits" and that The Prickly City is merely "cry hick pettily" rearranged, words that truly make sense if you have continued your education past 7th grade, which unfortunately I did not, so that those words make no sense at all to me and that is why I am reading comics, because the pictures are neato.)
However, if I did not have that information available to me, and was not aware that Winslow is a coyote pup of the male variety while I was reading this week's series over a steaming hot cup of Costa Rican coffee - presumably out of a cup large enough to hold 4 days' worth of coffee, as here we are on the 4th day of this storyline and apparently I've had only one cup, not to mention the fact that it's still steaming, so it seems that this magical cup can maintain heat for extended periods, also (note to self: dispose of all other cups)-if not for that fact, I would certainly think that Winslow is a bitch.
All of this should come as no surprise to longtime P.C. readers, however. It was earlier this year in one of his rare appearances that Dio, in a speech to Carmen, prophesied this precise event.("Before you shall cry twice, he will laugh at you thrice.") And when she thought thereupon, she wept. For the second time, obviously.
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picture courtesy of JB
