Monday, July 29, 2019
Saturday, July 27, 2019
Gamely Opposing Peace
"Startling News" by Albert Reid in Rutland (VT) Herald (?), July, 1919 |
President Woodrow Wilson returned from Europe to the U.S. to persuade Congress to ratify the Treaty of Versailles and officially end World War I. He ran into stiff opposition from the Republican majority in the Senate; the GOP had begun agitating against the treaty almost as soon as the guns fell silent.
Cartoons Magazine credited the above cartoon to Vermont's Rutland Herald, but according to Kansaspedia, cartoonist Albert T. Reid established his career at the Kansas City Journal, leaving Kansas in 1919 to become Director of Pictorial Publicity for the 1920 Republican campaign. I suppose he could have done so while also drawing editorial cartoons for the Herald, but most cartoonists today would consider that a conflict of interest.
"No European Trip Is Quite Complete..." by Jay "Ding" Darling in New York Journal, July 8, 1919 |
"See America First" by R.O. Evans in Baltimore American, June/July, 1919 |
"The President's Message Today" by John McCutcheon in Chicago Tribune, July 10, 1919 |
"The Lion Shall Lie Down with the Lamb" by John "Ding" Darling in New York Journal, July 12, 1919 |
"Strange Bedfellows" by Edwin Marcus in New York Times, July, 1919 |
"The Undesirable Offspring" by Ted Brown in Chicago Daily News, July, 1919 |
"Which, of Course..." by John "Ding" Darling in New York Tribune, July 19, 1919 |
"League-alizing a Felony" by John McCutcheon in Chicago Tribune, July 17, 1919 |
Uncaptioned, by Elmer.A. Bushnell for Central Press Association, July, 1919 |
"Why Not Look at the Doughnut..." by W. Clyde Spencer in Omaha World Herald, July, 1919 |
"A Yellow Streak" by Grover Page in Louisville Courier-Journal, July, 1919 |
Thursday, July 25, 2019
Q Toon: If It Ducks Like a Quack
The town where I grew up recently joined eighteen states and several other municipalities in banning so-called conversion therapy on minors, the practice of using mental and physical torture to change a patient's sexual orientation, or at least to create an aversion to sex altogether.
A young person may still go to their house of worship and talk to the clergy about being conflicted about their sexual orientation, and the clergy may still recommend prayer, 159 Hail Maries, or joining the choir. The godman cannot, however, ship the kid off to Holy Clockwork Orange Ministries to razrez the gay out of him/her.
Rsponding to a Change.org petition, Amazon.com has now joined the crackdown, agreeing not to sell books authored by the late Dr. Joseph Nicolosi. This has deeply upset antigay conservatives, who issued a demand that Amazon resume stocking A Parent’s Guide to Preventing Homosexuality and other works by the "Father of Conversion Therapy."
These same religiosity advocates only recently argued that if LGBTQ consumers are refused service at any commercial establishment, they can simply find a florist, caterer, photographer or plumber who won't turn away their business.
Nicolosi's books are still available at whatever Christian bookstore or Baptistzon.com cares to stock them, and there are other books advocating conversion quackery still on Amazon's shelves. Most of them do not have the blessing of Liberty University, but not all customers are looking for that kind of thing.
"Conversion therapy erotica"? Really??
A young person may still go to their house of worship and talk to the clergy about being conflicted about their sexual orientation, and the clergy may still recommend prayer, 159 Hail Maries, or joining the choir. The godman cannot, however, ship the kid off to Holy Clockwork Orange Ministries to razrez the gay out of him/her.
Rsponding to a Change.org petition, Amazon.com has now joined the crackdown, agreeing not to sell books authored by the late Dr. Joseph Nicolosi. This has deeply upset antigay conservatives, who issued a demand that Amazon resume stocking A Parent’s Guide to Preventing Homosexuality and other works by the "Father of Conversion Therapy."
These same religiosity advocates only recently argued that if LGBTQ consumers are refused service at any commercial establishment, they can simply find a florist, caterer, photographer or plumber who won't turn away their business.
Nicolosi's books are still available at whatever Christian bookstore or Baptistzon.com cares to stock them, and there are other books advocating conversion quackery still on Amazon's shelves. Most of them do not have the blessing of Liberty University, but not all customers are looking for that kind of thing.
"Conversion therapy erotica"? Really??
Monday, July 22, 2019
This Week's Sneak Peek
I took time out from a typically busy Sunday yesterday to attend the gathering of Cartoonists Anonymous, the bimonthly meeting of the Chicago-Midwest area chapter of the National Cartoonists Society.
I hadn't been able to make any of the Chicago meetings before, but this time, the gathering was up north in Kenosha, so I figured I could make the meeting without having to stay up too terribly late at my drawing board Sunday night. (Well, there used to be a time when I didn't consider 1:00 a.m. too terribly late, anyway.)
It was great to rub elbows with some of my fellow cartoonists and share insights and experiences on everything from pen nibs to rapidographs to Wacom tablets; Anne Hambrock offered some valuable pointers from a cartoon editor's perspective.
I have to miss the AAEC convention again this year, which is a damned dirty shame since they're having it again in Columbus, Ohio, home of the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library and Museum.
I hadn't been able to make any of the Chicago meetings before, but this time, the gathering was up north in Kenosha, so I figured I could make the meeting without having to stay up too terribly late at my drawing board Sunday night. (Well, there used to be a time when I didn't consider 1:00 a.m. too terribly late, anyway.)
It was great to rub elbows with some of my fellow cartoonists and share insights and experiences on everything from pen nibs to rapidographs to Wacom tablets; Anne Hambrock offered some valuable pointers from a cartoon editor's perspective.
I have to miss the AAEC convention again this year, which is a damned dirty shame since they're having it again in Columbus, Ohio, home of the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library and Museum.
🌜
Saturday's post mentioned that there is "a list of all the crap we have left" on the moon. Some of that crap is, literally, crap, and it turns out that some scientists here on earth would like to retrieve those bags of astronaut scat — and urine, and vomit — to find out whether any intestinal microbes have survived up there these past 47-50 years.
This could be the basis for the most disgusting sci-fi horror film ever.
💩
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Shoot for the Moon
It's the fiftieth anniversary of humankind's first steps on the moon, so Spaceback Saturday takes a look at editorial cartoonists' reaction to this amazing scientific achievement.
Seen against the backdrop of the Vietnam War, urban and campus unrest, and assassinations, Americans, and people the world over, latched onto the safe landing and return of the Apollo 11 astronauts as a sign that there was still cause for optimism for humankind.
Sci Fi movies and TV have made the idea of galactic space travel almost routine, but consider what a feat traveling to the moon truly was. Only fifty years earlier, man had just flown across the Atlantic Ocean for the first time. The distance to the moon is almost 70 times farther. There is enough space between the Earth and our moon that all of the other planets in our solar system would fit between them with room to spare. (You'd have to angle the rings out of the way, but still...) And, as demonstrated by Apollo 13, if something goes wrong, you can't just do a U-turn and come back. Or wait for the next shuttle.
"One small step for man, a giant leap for mankind" was the theme of a great many of the first response cartoons. Reg Manning put astronaut Neil Armstrong's name on that footstep, while John Fischetti acknowledged the second half of the quotation.
I have to admit that my own memories of the moon landing are somewhat hazy. We watched live coverage of all the Gemini and Apollo blast-offs, usually on NBC with Chet Huntley, David Brinkley, and Frank McGee, on a 21" black and white TV. Where we lived, it was a sunny Sunday afternoon when the Eagle landed. The first moon walk was past my bedtime, but this was an event not to be missed, and I'm positive Dad — born in the same year as all three astronauts — let us kids stay up for it.
TV coverage showed us handheld models in the studio and fuzzy footage from the lander's camera; the better resolution film would wait until the astronauts had safely returned, and we didn't see color photos until the newsmagazines came a week later. Unfortunately, since the coverage of the moon walk was repeated several times after the live broadcast, and again and again when these anniversaries come along, I have difficulty separating the original experience from all the others.
Speaking of handheld models, I do remember piecing together plastic models of the orbital craft and the lunar lander. I think they came "free inside" cereal boxes, but I'm not positive about that.
Well, since nine-year-old me has so little to say to me fifty years later, let's get back to what the adults were up to.
As the guy creating the first footprint on the moon, Neil Armstrong was name-checked in more cartoons than his fellow Apollo 11 crew members were.
This Canadian cartoonist makes me think of the Onion's Stan Kelly with his "Our Watching Nail-Biting World" in the upper corner, but it's nice that he includes Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin's lunar footprint. (That nail-biting world is kind of superfluous for this cartoon; nevertheless, you do have to appreciate that, given that nobody had ever landed on the moon before, nobody had ever lifted off from it, either.)
This front page cartoon by the Pittsburgh Press's Chuck Livolsi is unusual for singling out astronaut Michael Collins, who was tasked with piloting the Apollo 11 spacecraft in orbit round and around the moon and never got to set foot on it. Ever.
Wayne Stayskal used the occasion to pay tribute to the three astronauts who died aboard Apollo 1.
Leading up to the Apollo 11 moon landing, the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. were in a "space race" in which the Russians had a head start, having launched the first space satellite and the first man into space. They were, moreover, the first to land hardware on the moon and to fly another craft around the far side of the moon, both in 1959 as part of their unmanned Luna program.
A day after the Apollo 11 moon landing, the U.S.S.R. announced that its Luna 15 had touched down in the Mare Crisium, about 500 miles from where the Eagle landed. Launched three days before Apollo 11, it was supposed to return samples of lunar soil to Russia; but since it didn't so much "touch down" as "crash" — a detail overlooked by official Soviet news reports — it failed in its mission.
The Russians did have plans for manned missions to the moon, but unlike the Americans, the Soviets tended to announce their space missions only after they were successfully completed. (The U.S. and Soviet space programs did, however, share their flight plans to avoid any collision between Apollo 11 and Luna 15.) After failed attempts in 1971 and '72 to launch rockets equipped with lunar landing craft, the Russians quietly abandoned their manned landing program.
Shortly thereafter, the U.S. abandoned ours.
The marvel of the moon landing didn't stop people from wondering what practical use we had on Earth for a bunch of moon rocks, considering the problems of racial discrimination, poverty, pollution, war, disease, etc., etc.
But the space program gave us Tang and dust busters, so there.
Why, yes, there is a list of all the crap we have left up there.
"Across the Threshold of Dreams..." by Bill Sanders in Milwaukee Journal, July 21, 1969 |
"Start a Whole New Chapter" by Karl Hubenthal in Los Angeles Herald Examiner, July 20/21, 1969 |
"First Time in Eternity" by Reginald Manning in Arizona Republic, July 20/21, 1969 |
"Imprint" by John Fischetti in Chicago Daily News, July 20/21, 1969 |
"Unbound" by Herbert Block in Washington Post, July 21, 1969 |
"Yankee Tourist" by Gene Basset for Scripps-Howard Newspapers, ca. July 21, 1969 |
Well, since nine-year-old me has so little to say to me fifty years later, let's get back to what the adults were up to.
"Moon, June, Croon ... Armstrong?" by Thomas Darcy in New York Newsday, July, 1969 |
"New Craters on the Moon" by John Collins in Montreal Gazette, July 22, 1969 |
Illustration by Chuck Livolsi in Pittsburgh Press, July 23, 1969 |
Uncaptioned, by Wayne Stayskal in Chicago American-Today, July 21, 1969 |
"And a Boomerang" by Hugh Haynie in Louisville Courier Journal, ca. July 20, 1969 |
"Upstager" by Pat Oliphant in Denver Press, ca. July 19, 1969 |
"Eclipsed" by Bill Crawford for Newspaper Enterprise Association, ca. July 22, 1969 |
Shortly thereafter, the U.S. abandoned ours.
"I Used to Dream About Going to the Moon" by J. Stockett in Afro-American, July 26, 1969 |
"Here Man First Set Foot..." by Paul Conrad in Los Angeles Times, ca. July 22, 1969 |
"Next They'll Bring Us a Polluted Atmosphere" by Bill Mauldin in Chicago Sun-Times, ca. July 22, 1969 |
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Q Toon: Pecking Ordure
Last weekend, The New Republic posted a supposedly satirical op-ed about Democratic presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg by gay author and literary critic Dale Peck. The essay was so outrageous and the howls of protest against it so overwhelming that TNR took it down within hours. Editor Chris Lehman explained, “The New Republic recognizes that this post crossed a line, and while it
was largely intended as satire, it was inappropriate and invasive.”
I didn't read the column while it was on line, but enough sites have posted excerpts that I can offer this synopsis: based upon Peck's memories of an irrelevant and utterly forgettable night at gay bars in 1992, Peck offers a psychosexual analysis of the man he calls "Mary Pete" and concludes that he doesn't want Buttigieg as president because Buttigieg didn't realize he was gay until he was in his thirties, he married his first date soon afterward, and he will therefore experience adolescent wanderlust in the Oval Office.
Well, bully for Mr. Peck for achieving his sexual epiphany at a more tender age than the Mayor of South Bend. Some people realize they are LGBT or Q at the age of five; others don't get it until they're 50. There are even people who feel they don't fit anywhere on the Kinsey scale, and we'd add another letter to our LGBTQIAAcronym except that some of them probably still wouldn't feel it fit them. Maybe they'll fall into one or another category someday, and maybe they won't.
We're not all cut from the same cloth any more than heterosexuals are. Teenagers often have different priorities in their relationships than 30-somethings do. Some people grow up young; others push the Peter Pan thing well into their dotage. Some people experience love at first sight; others spend a lot more time comparison shopping.
It would be nice if all First Families had marriages like the Obamas, but the nation has survived the Hardings, Roosevelts, Clintons and, with any luck, the Trumps. Pete and Chasten seem like a charming couple, and it hardly seems fair to wish their marriage ill when we already have the Religious Right to do that for us.
Usually, drawing an editorial cartoon requires a fair amount of research, but today's cartoon is an exception.
I didn't look up what Dale Peck looks like, or how old he is, or what books, articles, or letters to First Hand he wrote. I just drew my first impression of him from what I've read. Any resemblance between Mr. Peck in this cartoon and Mr. Peck in the flesh is purely coincidental.
And that's pretty much the point of the cartoon.
I didn't read the column while it was on line, but enough sites have posted excerpts that I can offer this synopsis: based upon Peck's memories of an irrelevant and utterly forgettable night at gay bars in 1992, Peck offers a psychosexual analysis of the man he calls "Mary Pete" and concludes that he doesn't want Buttigieg as president because Buttigieg didn't realize he was gay until he was in his thirties, he married his first date soon afterward, and he will therefore experience adolescent wanderlust in the Oval Office.
Well, bully for Mr. Peck for achieving his sexual epiphany at a more tender age than the Mayor of South Bend. Some people realize they are LGBT or Q at the age of five; others don't get it until they're 50. There are even people who feel they don't fit anywhere on the Kinsey scale, and we'd add another letter to our LGBTQIAAcronym except that some of them probably still wouldn't feel it fit them. Maybe they'll fall into one or another category someday, and maybe they won't.
We're not all cut from the same cloth any more than heterosexuals are. Teenagers often have different priorities in their relationships than 30-somethings do. Some people grow up young; others push the Peter Pan thing well into their dotage. Some people experience love at first sight; others spend a lot more time comparison shopping.
It would be nice if all First Families had marriages like the Obamas, but the nation has survived the Hardings, Roosevelts, Clintons and, with any luck, the Trumps. Pete and Chasten seem like a charming couple, and it hardly seems fair to wish their marriage ill when we already have the Religious Right to do that for us.
✍
I didn't look up what Dale Peck looks like, or how old he is, or what books, articles, or letters to First Hand he wrote. I just drew my first impression of him from what I've read. Any resemblance between Mr. Peck in this cartoon and Mr. Peck in the flesh is purely coincidental.
And that's pretty much the point of the cartoon.
Monday, July 15, 2019
This Week's Sneak Peek
On a weekend in which the President of the United States puts his racist piggishness out for all to see and the entirety of the Republican party is just fine with it, I'm wasting ink on this guy.
Saturday, July 13, 2019
Hercule Perot
in UW-Milwaukee Post, April 27, 1992 |
in Racine Journal Times, May 26, 1992 |
He shot to the top of national polls — in part because Republicans were associated with one set of interests and Democrats were associated with another, but potential voters could project onto Perot whatever priorities appealed to them.
in UW-M Post, September 28, 1992 |
in UW-M Post, October 12, 1992 |
in UW-M Post, October 26, 1992 |
in UW-M Post, November 8, 1993 |
in Gaze Magazine (Mpls.), January 7, 1994 |
in UW-M Post, March 28, 1996 |
But the truth is that Perot's forceful opposition to NAFTA opened his party's doors to the xenophobes who have lately been taking over the Republican party under Trump. Recent experience has shown that hard-core extremists outshout and outlast moderates and pragmatists, and if you don't think so, explain to me how Susan Collins is a leader rather than a follower.
The Reform Party certainly was not immune. If it were still around today, we might well have the Reform Party for Know-Nothings, the Republican Party for Corporate Theocrats, and the Democratic Party for Urban Sophisticates.
Labels:
1992,
1993,
1996,
Al Gore,
archives,
Journal Times,
Mexico,
Ross Perot,
UWM Post
Thursday, July 11, 2019
Q Toon: Have It Your Way
Congratulations to the U.S. Women's Soccer Team for winning the 2019 World Cup!
It has been customary for the the President to invite championship sports teams to the White House. The current occupant of the office, in his infinite folly, has taken to treating Superbowl, college football, and World Series victors to vittles from fast food joints.
Team star Megan Rapinoe announced at the outset of this year's games that she had no intention of accepting any invitation from the Trump White House. Now that the women's team has powered to victory over the rest of the world, no such invitation has been forthcoming, in spite of Mr. Trump's penchant throughout his career for surrounding himself with attractive young women.
Perhaps he will instead invite the men's soccer team, who lost to Mexico 1-0 in the men's final. We know the fast food spread will not include Taco Bell.
It has been customary for the the President to invite championship sports teams to the White House. The current occupant of the office, in his infinite folly, has taken to treating Superbowl, college football, and World Series victors to vittles from fast food joints.
Team star Megan Rapinoe announced at the outset of this year's games that she had no intention of accepting any invitation from the Trump White House. Now that the women's team has powered to victory over the rest of the world, no such invitation has been forthcoming, in spite of Mr. Trump's penchant throughout his career for surrounding himself with attractive young women.
Perhaps he will instead invite the men's soccer team, who lost to Mexico 1-0 in the men's final. We know the fast food spread will not include Taco Bell.
Monday, July 8, 2019
This Week's Sneak Peek
Now we know why Trump has threatened to sue anyone who ever publishes his school grade point averages.
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Five Toons in Search of a Theme
Having dealt with Stonewall, the end of World War I, and the start of Prohibition over the past couple weeks, this edition of Surveyback Saturday rummages through my own cartoons from 1989 for the Racine, Wisconsin Journal Times.
Most of my cartoons for the JT were about transient local issues and local persons, but here are a handful for which I guess you didn't have to have been there. I don't remember how the furor over Health: Choosing Wellness turned out, but you can probably easily imagine how the story shaped up: educrats select a sex ed textbook that accomplishes teaching kids important information about sex, vs. religious conservatives who don't want their kids learning about sex until their wedding night.
There was sex ed in Racine before 1989; I remember my dad taking me to what was called "Sixth Grade Boys' Hygeine" one evening, where the school showed us a film strip about (among other things) how babies are made. I also remember that I came away from that evening with a completely erroneous understanding of how babies are made.
1989 was the year Pete Rose of the Cincinnati Reds was accused of gambling on games in which he played or managed. For those of you younger than us baby boomers, my cartoon riffs on a series of TV commercials for a brokerage firm.
I drew these last three cartoons to accompany editorials the Journal Times announced ahead of time and invited readers send in their comments to be printed on the same day as the editorials. "Training wage" was one of those Republican counter-proposals to raising the minimum wage, the idea being that employers could offer new employees a less-than-minimum wage for some set period of time.
The Democratic proposal at the time was to raise the minimum wage, then at $3.25/hour since January, 1981, to $4.35 per hour; the 60-day "training wage" was supported by President George H.W. Bush and Governor Tommy Thompson. But as one letter-writer pointed out, why wouldn't "unscrupulous employers hire unskilled people at the lower training wage, retain them for a few weeks and then fire them when they are eligible for an increased wage and fringe benefits. Then these employers hire another group of unskilled workers at the lower, training wage"?
Bush and Congress agreed to raise the minimum wage to $4.25 in stages over the next two years, with a training wage of $3.35 in 1990 and $3.61 in 1991, restricted to laborers aged 16 to 19.
In July, the Journal Times invited readers' opinions of Wisconsin's child support law determining what non-custodial parents are expected to provide to custodial parents in cases of divorce. Responses were numerous and strong; the JT quoted one non-custodial father who showed up at the newspaper office in person but who didn't want his name used: "All I need to do is say how I feel about it and my ex-wife will haul me back into court faster than you can imagine."
Since it's a long Independence Day Weekend for many of you, how better to close today's installment than by resurrecting the 1989 controversy over flag burning. The Supreme Court had ruled that burning the flag in protest was protected by the First Amendment to the Constitution, so Bush and the GOP proposed adding another amendment to criminalize that form of protest.
That amendment never got very far; it was far more effective as an issue to whip up the Republican base than as actual legislative policy. And they soon found railing against gay people was more effective still.
Which is why you would be free to burn your Betsy Ross Flag shoes from Nike, but tossing them at Colin Kaepernick can get you charged with assault and battery.
And wearing them might also be illegal.
in Racine (WI) Journal Times, February, 1989 |
There was sex ed in Racine before 1989; I remember my dad taking me to what was called "Sixth Grade Boys' Hygeine" one evening, where the school showed us a film strip about (among other things) how babies are made. I also remember that I came away from that evening with a completely erroneous understanding of how babies are made.
in Racine Journal Times, April 7, 1989 |
in Racine Journal Times, June 2, 1989 |
The Democratic proposal at the time was to raise the minimum wage, then at $3.25/hour since January, 1981, to $4.35 per hour; the 60-day "training wage" was supported by President George H.W. Bush and Governor Tommy Thompson. But as one letter-writer pointed out, why wouldn't "unscrupulous employers hire unskilled people at the lower training wage, retain them for a few weeks and then fire them when they are eligible for an increased wage and fringe benefits. Then these employers hire another group of unskilled workers at the lower, training wage"?
Bush and Congress agreed to raise the minimum wage to $4.25 in stages over the next two years, with a training wage of $3.35 in 1990 and $3.61 in 1991, restricted to laborers aged 16 to 19.
in Racine Journal Times, July 20, 1989 |
in Racine Journal Times, July 4, 1989 |
That amendment never got very far; it was far more effective as an issue to whip up the Republican base than as actual legislative policy. And they soon found railing against gay people was more effective still.
Which is why you would be free to burn your Betsy Ross Flag shoes from Nike, but tossing them at Colin Kaepernick can get you charged with assault and battery.
And wearing them might also be illegal.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)