Unfortunately, we are in this situation because hate sells.

At last they start to make some sense, after their moronic attacks on Van Goghs.

Whatever happened to the idea of a stable roster of high-quality cartoonists at New Yorker?

A lovely retro color scheme there.

We don't need this mystification. He is not a shaper of my reality for sure.

It's not their fault trash exists, and it's more visible than ever.

It's not even news for anybody following the topic. But the sensationalist illustration is certainly able to raise fear. For which reason I'm checking out after not exactly one day.

Good for a laugh.

This is great.

That twig girl is trying too hard.

Yay! More beercans left around in the grass and the lake. They should start selling drugs, too. After all, the business is thriving just a few meters away.