The Gooiest Substack Yet

Don't get any on your shoes

Hey, y’all! Here’s a toon.

For those of you outside the USA, the last panel references a contretemps in Texas, where the Republican majority in the Legislature wanted to assign Democrats police escorts to ensure that the Dems showed up to vote, as they’d previously ditched the state to deny Republicans a quorum. At least one Democrat refused, and she was confined to the House floor until negative press attention and legal wrangling finally allowed her to walk free. It was the kind of thing seen only in authoritarian regimes, which means that a majority of Texans merely shrugged it off while eating their breakfast, which presumably consists of whiskey and an entire steer.

Hey, I got another omission from the Lucifer for Congress Anthology. One more, and I’ll have posted the whole, tragically overlooked set.

At least it wasn’t a plot-heavy strip.

Eagle-eyed readers may have noticed that, over the years, Lucifer has had two dads. Not that any of my characters are drawn consistently, but few have changed appearances as much as Malachi Sims. His nose frequently changes size and his head changes shape. Contrast the above cartoon strip with this one:

Generally speaking, the smaller Malachi’s nose, the less funny the strip. At least, that’s how I’m explaining away that particularly unfunny gag.

I’ll leave you with my most popular offering (har), a song. “Neighbours in Freon” is a holdover from about 1996. I long considered it a dud, but AI largely cleaned it up, and I’m quite proud now of its melody and structure. Enjoy. Or don’t. I get paid exactly the same.

OK, the 2nd most popular feature (har har), the poll:

I’m done.