I went a little Godfather on you here. After seeing that iconic scene when I was a kid, I've always thought that would be one of the most horrible ways to wake up. I've always wondered how it would be accomplished. I think if gangsters crept into my bedroom in the middle of the night... Continue Reading →
The Incredible Shrinking Rubio
You're not going to get much of a column today. I have a tiny cold and it's really hard to care about much when you feel like giant rat turds. At one point I actually drooled on the drawing paper for this cartoon. As bad as I feel I'm sure Marco Rubio feels worse. Marco... Continue Reading →