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Dave's Latest Cartoon: Fifty Shades of GLEE
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Last year, the American Freedom Defense Initiative sponsored the first-ever "Muhammad Art Exhibit & Contest," held in Garland, TX. By now you know the story: the AFDI event captured national headlines when two ISIS gunmen fired shots into the crowd, scaring the hell out of everyone. I'm not discounting the attempted act of terror, but seriously ... was anyone really surprised? The contest's rules were brutally honest about potential repercussions, and all who entered - myself included - knew exactly what we were getting into.
After seeing the top ten entries, I was admittedly disappointed that my cartoon didn't place in the contest. It's not that the other entries were bad, it's just that they weren't as elaborate as mine - and I wish I would have at least made the list. In hindsight, my cartoon was too political - and my pop culture references probably disqualified me. Anyway, I'm still proud of my work - so I'm going to keep it on my homepage for awhile. BTW, on a personal note, had I been the contest winner, I'd have happily shielded myself from the gunfire with that big $12,500 check :) |
Muhammad as Christian Grey, with Jane Lynch and the Village People.
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Dave's Blog: 9/23/2016
" The Presidential Roast and/or Debate "
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"I don't understand why people are so upset about Hillary's 'deplorable' comment. I mean, she's obviously LYING."
So, I finally got around to watching Comedy Central's roast of Rob Lowe - and I was absolutely horrified by the treatment of Ann Coulter. Her presence on the dais was clearly a set-up, and as the roasters delivered jokes, there were more Coulter/cunt insults then there were snipes about Soda Pop's sex tapes - or Lowe's perpetual Death Becomes Her looks. I happen to like Ann Coulter. She's a wickedly funny/intelligent lady. And I'm sure she knew that by appearing at the event, she she'd be conservative catnip in a den of liberal lions - more of a target than Lowe, himself. But what genuinely shocked me were the moments of silence when the camera panned the audience during her set. The crowd was...seething. You could feel their anger like radiant heat. They hated Ann Coulter like jihadists hate infidels, and their heart-stopping glares - and refusal to acknowledge a single point she made - marked the first time I truly understood the ideology that separates Clinton and Trump supporters. It scared the hell out of me. From William Shatner to Larry the Cable Guy to even Donald Trump, I've always enjoyed Comedy Central's yearly roasts. Some are better than others of course, and the Rob Lowe event was kinda' near the bottom...especially with David Spade's sluggish, tepid hosting, and too many young comedians. What I remember most about the whole broadcast were bottles & bottles of wine & booze, on tables littered with half-eaten platters of onion rings. "Consumption" was clearly the evening's behind-the-scene theme, and as the cameras showed the audience close-ups (inadvertently catching tables that hadn't been pre-bussed), it was hard not to notice that people were stuffing their faces...and racking up thousands in bar tabs. It was the epitome of limousine-liberalism, the new Hollywood elite blowing thousands on a frivolous night. No one considered how "out of touch" they looked, or how viewers might react to such gluttony and arrogance. "THESE are Hillary's people," I thought. "These are the donors who fund her campaign, and are terrified of a potential Trump presidency." The whole thing left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I wondered what might just happen if alcohol & onion rings were served at the presidential debate. Hmm... |
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When People Go Away
A Sir Comes of Age Against the Background of Recovery, Grief...and Murder
Two days after an ugly DUI, Paul's world is rocked by the death of his father - and the struggle that unfolds within his grieving family. In the weeks that follow, Paul crumbles under the needs of an unraveling mother, the anger from his estranged sister, and the demands laid out by an unsympathetic court system. But unbeknownst to everyone, Paul hides the shame of what happened in the hours before getting behind the wheel. The police may have arrested him for drinking and driving, but they had no idea of the crime he was really running from. Or, more importantly, who he was running to...
Frankie is so similar to Paul, the two may as well be the same person. Both men are gay, mid-40s, participants in the leather community...and each has battled 20 years of alcoholism, with very different mindsets. When the two cross paths in a Chicago AA meeting, it seems nothing more than coincidence. As Paul shares his struggle to make things right with his family, Frankie offers his unwavering support - proving himself to be exactly who Paul needed to meet, at precisely the right moment. But Paul has grown so preoccupied with family, he fails to see how dangerous this new friendship has become. In the aftermath of rehab, Paul's fight for emotional sobriety comes in conflict with his former self. The red lights of the leather scene provide an unsettling background as he recognizes a predator in action - hunting online and in the city's dark corners, having hidden in plain sight for years. No one has died yet, Paul realizes - but it's only a matter of time. And to make matters worse, the only way to stop a murder is to face the crime he committed himself - a secret he swore to carry to his grave.
The clock is ticking.
Frankie is so similar to Paul, the two may as well be the same person. Both men are gay, mid-40s, participants in the leather community...and each has battled 20 years of alcoholism, with very different mindsets. When the two cross paths in a Chicago AA meeting, it seems nothing more than coincidence. As Paul shares his struggle to make things right with his family, Frankie offers his unwavering support - proving himself to be exactly who Paul needed to meet, at precisely the right moment. But Paul has grown so preoccupied with family, he fails to see how dangerous this new friendship has become. In the aftermath of rehab, Paul's fight for emotional sobriety comes in conflict with his former self. The red lights of the leather scene provide an unsettling background as he recognizes a predator in action - hunting online and in the city's dark corners, having hidden in plain sight for years. No one has died yet, Paul realizes - but it's only a matter of time. And to make matters worse, the only way to stop a murder is to face the crime he committed himself - a secret he swore to carry to his grave.
The clock is ticking.
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