I rarely mention Birdy here, since he’s such a, shall we say, acquired taste. And he makes very infrequent appearances these days. You see, if you’re new to Birdy, he’s a character I created one day on the beach as a satirical joke, a dark twist on the pre-webcomic, lame and corny daily newspaper comic strips I grew up reading. Which, to be honest, I sort of yearn for these days, but that’s another story. But yes, Birdy. I did not think he would go on for years and years, over 1,600 dark, creepy and sometimes abstract and/or just not funny. But eventually it got hard to squeeze another gag out of him in between a career and dad life, so I put the breaks on. He comes out every now and then, though, including his three new strips, here, here and here. They’re based on internets, and I figure if Joan Cornellà can sink to these sort of things, so can I.
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.
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This week’s Dustinland is an obvious sequel to this Dustinland from a few months back. Sure, some people didn’t give a rat’s ass about the first strip, but some people LOVED it. I got so much great feedback from it, I figured I had to do another one — if only just to incorporate some of the suggestions people made regarding overlooked stuff from the first time around. I spaced them out a bit though, so that those of you who don’t care didn’t get annoyed by my male Gen Xer trip through memory lane. I know some of you understand where I’m coming from though. When you see that thing from your childhood that you’ve forgotten for the last 20 years, it’s a big deal. Yeah, everyone remembers He-Man and Thundercats, but it’s very possible your favorite childhood toy was just some random little thing that nobody remembers today. But that random thing once brought you a lot of joy, and that’s the feeling I hope this comic brings out in you, if only for a minute or two.
This week’s Dustinland is probably not very female friendly, but who knows — there may be some girls out there who had a few Battle Beasts. Now, I’m not really into the whole “I love the 80s” thing, but I did grow up then, and I just wanted to shed some light on a few of the things I remember from childhood that go beyond Transformers and Care Bears. This strip isn’t the funniest thing I’ve ever done, but I think that if it reminds you of something you once loved, it did its job. Some people might think this sounds trivial, but even the cheapest, silliest toy could have meant a lot to you when you were 7 years old. Hell, I still remember this glow in the dark rubber lizard I used to love when I was really little. Back then I liked anything that was either glow in the dark or battery operated. I had this Hess truck that lit up — sweet. Without the lights, who cares. With the lights — awesome. I had a ray gun that ran on 9-volt batteries and lit up and made a sound equivalent to that of a car alarm. Loved it. Simple pleasures. It probably cost $3. Now fun toys cost a lot more. If I want something fun I have to dish out a grand at Best Buy. Yay. But yeah, to sum up, Silverhawks was cool.