woke up this morning to the news that adam gadahn had been captured. false alarm. shame. i had visions of him being waterboarded at seaworld in the tank with tillamook.

no cartoon today. all i had lined up was a lame congressional poop joke. you're not missing anything. here's a picture of a girl to kill time til i'm back monday.

best explanation i could figure for how he comes up with his job creation numbers. 

it's late. no longer sure exactly what i was going for with this toon. think tomorrow i'll draw the teleprompter screen replaced with a ouija board. not sure what that's supposed to mean either. but it will look cool.

you're all familiar with the broken clock that is right twice a day. ron paul is like a strange broken clock that is right 23 hours a day. then you get to some foreign policy midnight, and  in stead of chiming, it barks and smears itself with poo.

and i hate it when something like the last harry reid cartoon happens. go to bed thinking i'd had a clever idea. wake up the next morning to see that sixteen thousand other people thought of the same joke.  but at least i'm not seth macfarland. finally saw a couple episodes of the cleveland show. i swear he must be in a competition with the producer of law & order to see who can create more hours of mediocre television each week.

as i recall, harry reid has five kids, four of whom are lobbyists.  doubt anybody is going to want to hire them after daddy no longer runs the senate. the women folk better just start running now.

Roman Polanski's new movie "Ghost Writer" is due out this week. it is supposedly an indictment of bush, blair and the iraq war. i can't think of a way to more perfectly illustrate the moral inversion of hollywood.