Billy had the wife of an old friend over when she announced that she was getting a divorce. Took him by surprise, like.

Roachmill came out in 1986.  He is an Exterminator, a licensed killer in a world a thousand years from now that looks just like ours only more primitive.  The Earth is home to many alien races, and the Exterminators arose after the police could not deal with the Alien Riots.  Roachmill is a human/alien hybrid, with a pair of cockroach like arms that end in hands.  Akin to Judge Dredd in artwork and theme, this did not go further than 1990 or so.  But read the next page well -  Looks like these guys predicted the rise of a certain someone as a reality show host.  Roachmill and his hapless rival, Zoo Lou.  Zoo Lou has the attributes of a Warner's cartoon rabbit, he can't be killed and once had to be blown up with an air pump.  He is also real stupid. This is Ms. October, a genetic misjudgement.  The last issue reveals that she was part of a movie being filmed, although it wasn't.  Roachmill has a few con...

My life is not a sham.  A sham is presentation of reality that is deliberately false, a fraud, a lie.  It requires effort, and is an act done to dupe others, or oneself, for gain My Id, Ego, and Superego are in perfect balance, and the world sees the true me Jack Davis    And I see the true world M. C. Escher No more masks Olly Olly Oxen Free

He leaves these wherever he goes. https://www.instagram.com/_livingdog/

Because I don't talk to anyone about what bothers me, I keep things to myself.  I don't talk to many at all.  I always wished I had a friend I could open up to.  And if I can't open up to someone, they are not a friend.  This was going to have an apple and a snake in it, but I decided that was as meaningless as it is now.  In this picture, the rabbit standing is not there.  This is Billy wishing he knew someone like himself.  There is no one like Billy and he has known that his entire life.  This is a tableaux of vain desire and false hope realized. Hell is going to be much, much worse.

My brother don't respect nothin'! https://www.instagram.com/sdavis.howdy/?hl=en The "artist" is James Thurber, for all you kiddies out there.  Originally published January 30,1932 in the New Yorker.

Probably the most widely known fantasy artist in the United States, and maybe the world, Frank Fazetta started paid comic art at age 15.  The following was drawn by him when he was doing funny animal art for Standard Comics.  It came out July 1st, 1949.  Frank was 21 years old. Happy Comics, if this is by Frank then he got better fast. At this stage he signed his work 'Fritz'. I have spent the last seven years trying to draw cartoon rabbits. At his age I was the dumbest guy like, ever.  I even thought I was going to be an artist. Had I managed to wangle a job doing anything around the comic industry I would have dropped out of whatever school I was in. Superior talent. 21 years old.  And, -  he kept going. By "kept going" I meant his sci/fi fantasy work, which holds it's own even against someone like Wally Wood. Famous Funnies # 214.  Famous Funnies was the first comic book as such....

My brother took this superb photo of the street we live on a couple three days ago. https://www.instagram.com/_livingdog/ And now for something completely different: Oooooh, kitties!  This is signed Frazetta.  Who could that be? The Lie Of Sinning would work just as well with this artwork. https://old-time-religion.blogspot.com/2016/10/old-time-religion-sin-of-lying-by-elder.html Wally Wood, September 1954.  This has A Sound Of Thunder illustrated by Al Williamson in it, and a letter to the editor from Ray Bradbury.  A combination of two failed comics, this ran for 7 issues.  For the last issue Bill Gaines bought the rights but not the art from a rejected Buck Roger's cover for Famous Funnies, considered too violent.  Many think this is the greatest comic cover of all time. It's up there, I will give it that.  But this is the greatest comic cover of all time- Johnny Craig, one of the cover...

Just choose your grievance and plug it in.  Bingo, a new Thomas Nast!

This rabbit is plucking the wrong strings, and he is very aware of it.  Hell, a guy can't even be alone by himself anymore.