Proof The US Is A Haven For Dumb Animals

According to Keith Olbermann:

"If the Iraq debate seems especially exhausting, it may be due to the steady erosion of the foundation for any productive debate, facts. Our fourth story on the COUNTDOWN tonight, the persistent lie a link, a preexisting link, between Iraq and al Qaeda. President Bush last week told CBS News, quote, "One of the hardest parts of my job is to connect Iraq to the war on terror." Of course, any good boss knows how to delegate the hard stuff. And so the past several days have seen a veritable assault by his staff on what, in any other plane of existence, would constitute consensus reality, the knowledge, known to the intelligence agencies of the U.S., Britain, and Israel, to the 9/11 Commission, to, most recently, the bipartisan Senate Intelligence Committee, and to many of your sharper domesticated farm animals, that al Qaeda and Iraq were not partners, allies, or even friends."

That explains it. There must not be very many of those "sharper domesticated farm animals" wandering the US countryside. As a matter of fact, I see what looks like crowds of Bush supporters standing in fields waiting to be called to the barn for milking near my home every day.

A Completely Made Up, Fantastical Biography of George David Darrow (1861-1925)

Born in the spring of 1861 in a modest East Anglian village on the wooded edges of Bury St. Edmunds, George David Darrow was the son of a gardener and a washerwoman. A solitary child, Darrow showed early signs of a vivid inner world, sketching woodland creatures and imagined spirits on sheets of whatever scrap paper he could find, much of which smelled of fish or meat that the paper had once wrapped. His youth was shaped by the rhythms of rural life and long hours exploring hedgerows, brooks, and ancient groves. Possessed of a quiet, observant nature and an innate gift for drawing, Darrow taught himself the principles of line and light by sketching the creatures and foliage around him. His Father, Henry Darrow, disapproved of his son’s obsession with woodlarking and hoped that his son would take up a respectable trade. As a young teenager, George was apprenticed to a local stone mason, but his tenure didn’t last the summer. George was found to be carving mysterious symbols into the lim...

Illustration Friday "Fat"

I did this one with colored pencil but wasn't real happy with it. I put a Photoshop filter on to liven it up some. I'll probably do it again so I can get it right.

Ballad of Kupkake

As I look through my huge collection of photography I have stored on hard drives and back up media, I usually come upon images of a cat we named KupKake. When we adopted her, in 2005, she was so very tiny and the name seemed to fit her. Her intense eyes still stare back at me from her photos. Her gaze still penetrates me deeply. When she was with me, I felt like our minds were connected and she understood my thoughts. I was also very attuned to her facial expressions, her ear direction and her volatile mood swings. She could be mean. Very mean. She looked the perfect angel but that was very deceiving. She never liked the dog and always let her know with a charge across the room, front claws swinging. The poor dog never knew what was coming. Even I, the only human that seemed to like her most of the time, could receive a quick swat with her razor claws. I would look at my hand and it seemed like nothing had happened. Slow...

David Baldinger - Cartoonist & Photographer

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