Rated PG

After I told someone about this week’s Dustinland comic, they informed me that perhaps E.T. came out before the creation of the PG-13 rating. Which would make sense. When they only had G, PG and R, movies like E.T. fell into a weird place. How would you rate a movie with just a few slightly scary moments and a handful of curse words? PG or R? I’d go PG. With the addition of PG-13, I guess it would be a closer call. Even then I’m not sure what I’d rate it. All I know is that man, I did not expect anyone to say “penis breath” in such a family classic. Oh well, I guess kiddo will hear a lot worse in life. Maybe even from the old man…  “oh fuuuuuuudge.”

Bubble Bobble

This week’s Dustinland comic is not me preaching to the choir, although that would have been very easy to do at this moment in time. Rather, it’s about how there really seems to be two Americas. More so now than ever before. And maybe this is nothing new, but it sure has been brought to light as half the nation celebrates Trump’s win while the other half cringes in fear and misery.

Going back 16 years, it’s not all too different than Bush. Patriotic hero to the right, hated buffoon to the left. Then Obama came along. Composed yet righteous inspiration to the left. Power grabbing demon to the right. How can the country be so incredibly split? How can so many people look at the same facts yet come to the opposite conclusion? Ah… but there you have it. They’re NOT looking at the same facts. They never were, and it’s only getting worse.

Sure, back in the day people could choose to read the conservative newspaper or the liberal newspapers. Then came radio. Then came TV news. Then came 24-hour TV news. And then came the internet. And then came social media. Never before has it been so easy to have your own opinion validated by information either cherrypicked or completely made up by people looking to profit by telling you what you want to hear. What’s true? What’s fact? Who knows anymore? And that’s the scariest part of this whole election.

America

Well America, we did it. We really did it. And now we’re tearing each other apart, as I allude to in this week’s Dustinland comic.

I’m not going say anything more for now. You’ve read it all. You’ve said it all. It’s been a week unlike any other. And the only thing that is clear is that there are two Americas, and they’re as far apart as can be.

Commuted

This week’s Dustinland comic is my first since moving to a house in Westchester, and my last before the stupid U.S. election. I decided to spare you more political nonsense and just threw you something lighthearted about my new place in the world. And yes, it’s been two weeks since my last update. Very unusual. Aside from vacations and work trips, I have updated my site with a new comic once a week since 2000. So as you can imagine, I’ve been busy. Man, moving SUCKS. Glad I’m finally here. It’s pretty great. And yeah, the comic thing, I do feel like that but only sometimes. Like when I sit on the back of the train where all the midtown finance guys sit. The front is way chiller.

WWJD

Throwing you off with the title of this week’s Dustinland comic, ay?! Well the J explains itself pretty quickly. Jim Henson. I just read his biography. What an inspiration. The guy was a creative genius and nearly a saint in his personal life. An example that you can be a good person and do the right thing in life and still be a hugely successful leader and influential artist. And now I’m trying to take what I’ve learned about him and put it toward the election. Because I have tried to stay above the fray, but at times I have been dragged in. I have dealt with it better than most I think, but still… it’s so easy to be mean. It’s funnier. It’s more popular with those who agree with you. But it’s just bad. Bad for everyone. And this country does not need anymore of that. Enough negativity and hate. It’s poisonous for the nation and for each and every one of us. And you can call me a do-gooder if you want.

Post Debate Syndrome

This week’s Dustinland comic describes my post debate mood. More so directly after the debate rather than the following day, but either way, it’s super depressing. I actually had to take a Benadryl to get to sleep last night, the debates stress me out so much. Instead of inspiring you, they make you feel like shit. It’s a real bummer. Hopefully we’ve hit the bottom but who knows. There’s always worse.

Joining The Club

This week’s new Dustinland comic follows further into my homeownership voyage. Definitely more fun to write about than the election, that’s for sure. I wonder how people who don’t own homes will view this strip? Fear? Boredom? Excitement? Either way, the strips will continue as buying a house has consumed my existence, and all my inspiration is from this experience. Joining the club indeed.