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They’re Listening

This week’s new Dustinland comic is about how our kids are silently absorbing all the negative political conversations we have while they’re playing off in the corner, seemingly ignoring us.

Now, in the comic, I joke about being proud of my son’s actual real life quote, but in all seriousness, I find it concerning. I don’t want him to be as stressed out and negative as I am. But I guess it can’t help but seep in. Because they really are little sponges, and they’re listening, even when you think they’re not. And whether you’re a liberal, a conservative, or something in between (which I think is actually the truth for most of us), we need to protect our kids from the unrelenting negativity, hate and cynicism that’s dominating politics in the U.S. — and in much of the world, from what it sounds like. We need the next generation to grow up thinking they can make a difference, in their own lives, and to the world.

So yeah, as funny as it can seem, no more Dusty Downers…

Just For Sport

This week’s new Dustinland comic is about sports and our obsession with using them as a way to measure societal worth. I’m sure there are books written about this, probably saying sports are a substitute for ancient wars games, they’re in our DNA, we’re like orangutans tussling for dominance within our jungle groups… and maybe that’s all true. But either way, it’s an interesting topic, especially in the way that even when you’re aware of how silly this can be, you still fall for it.

Also, Noam Chomsky. Also, Tom Wolfe hated Noam Chomsky.

Fast Times

I know this latest Dustinland comic is going to be seen as depressing for most people, especially parents. That’s okay. Sometimes we have to publicly talk about these things. You know, I spend most of my time entertaining people with my comics, making them feel better, distracting them. But the world is full of distractions. And social media is full of people saying “look at me, look what I did, look how great my life is, yay.” But that’s not reality. And that’s not looking at the hard truths that affect our lives. So yes, sorry if I bummed you out, but I do think it’s good to acknowledge some of the darker thoughts we all have from time to time, and maybe that will make us feel a little less alone.

Future Preppin

This week’s new Dustinland comic is not actually a Father’s Day comic, but the timing works out nicely so let’s just say that it is. I mean, it is about parenting, and I am a father, so there you go. Close enough! Seriously though, the pressure in the comic is real.

Learning Language

In this week’s new Dustinland comic, my kid learns to curse. Oh well. I did do a good job of at least keeping it out of the house for years. But once a few older kids and big brothers come along… well, it’s only a matter of time. May he use them sparingly and appropriately.

The Sounds of Parenthood

This week’s Dustinland comic was quickly drawn, since I am busy. Yet it is still true. However, don’t be confused: I do in fact enjoy parenthood. It’s just funnier to talk about the annoying parts.

Risqué Business

This week’s new Dustinland comic is quite cheeky. It’s about dads — well, one dad: me — making naughty little double entendres around the house since my little one is too young to understand them. Totally immature, but you do have to find ways to entertain yourself in this domestic life.

Forced Fun

This week’s Dustinland comic is about how as parents, we try to expose our kids to new things and make sure they get out into the world and have a good time, and all the while they battle us over every little step. I’m glad I do it though! In the long run, it all works itself out.

First Day

This new Dustinland comic is my take on the first day of school posts that have been dominating my social media feeds lately. Shouldn’t need no explainin… but if you don’t get it, just Google “first day of school chalkboard.”

Playdate

I literally drew this new Dustinland comic during a playdate my kid had this weekend. My wife was upstairs playing referee while I hid downstairs in the basement scribbling in peace. And the irony is that the kids really did seem to have fun by the end. Despite all the fighting and arguing and name-calling, to them, it was a success. I guess kids just don’t know how to be friends. Not sure adults do either, I guess.