Robert Crumb's "The Adventures of R. Crumb Himself".   From - Tales Of The Leather Nun, September 1973.  Last Gasp Comics.  Sublime.

 Gosh, I sure miss Millie.  Great gams and plenty of oomph!* Hoppy The Marvel Bunny #1. December, 1945, Artist Chad Grothkopf. In 1938, cartoonist Chad Grothkopf's eight-minute experimental Willie the Worm , cited as the first animated film created for TV, was shown on NBC.  There were all of fifty television sets in the U. S. then.  I have never been able to find a copy of that. From Willie The Worm, 1938. *See what I mean?

  Why did all the Roman ladies like Spartacus so much?  Because he was hung like this!   https://youtu.be/XIBZeEsa5fo Laugh, damn you, laugh.  

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/22801958/parents-teachers-warned-schoolkids-furries/   “What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.” — Ezra Pound .  Not a bad aphorism at all from a guy that broadcast anti-American diatribes from fascist Italy aimed at Roosevelt and the International Jewish Conspiracy for starting WWII, and subsequently spent 12 years in a madhouse after being declared unfit for trial because he was crazier than a shithouse rat, not bad at all.

  Simon saw a humped thing suddenly sit up on the top and look down at him. The flies had found the figure too. The life-like movement would scare them off for a moment so that they made a dark cloud round the head. Then as the blue material of the parachute collapsed the corpulent figure would bow forward, sighing, and the flies settle once more. Simon felt his knees smack the rock. He crawled forward and soon he understood. The tangle of lines showed him the mechanics of this parody; he examined the white nasal bones, the teeth, the colors of corruption. He saw how pitilessly the layers of rubber and canvas held together the poor body that should be rotting away. Then the wind blew again and the figure lifted, bowed, and breathed foully at him. Simon knelt on all fours and was sick till his stomach was empty. Then he took the lines in his hands; freed them from the rocks and the figure from the wind's indignity.  Now a great wind blew the rain sideways, cascading the water from t

While stuck in traffic one afternoon on the Corpus Christi bridge, Billy daydreams about demonstrating his regard, no, affection - for his fellow Texans.  Wátchle, pendejos!

 William Golding's first novel, The Lord Of The Flies, is the most unremittingly negative book I have ever read.  Yes, it's genius.  Yes, I've read it many times, starting when I was far too young to grasp much of it.  The story is well known, a group of boys from a private school board a plane to escape atomic war and it crashes on a jungle island, usually assumed to be in the Pacific.  As I recall, the plane leaves from England so the island would be in the Caribbean.  Since the story is speculative but not science fiction the only plane capable at the time of making a flight from England to a tropical island was the Globemaster, with a range of about 4000 miles. I'll get back to you guys about that. Written in reaction to the 1857 novel The Coral Island by R. M. Ballantyne, Golding felt that the boys, any group of boys, would go feral in such circumstances.  The book has become symbolic of mankind at large, and is often cited as a grimly prophetic visio

  Two days ago I posted an illustration from the comic book 'Gender Queer' to demonstrate the absurdity of calling the banning of this book from public school libraries censorship. Here is a link to the picture- https://theiowastandard.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/3.jpg As can be seen, there is nothing in the picture, properly labeled, that violates the community standards here on Deviant Art. In any event, I put mature tags on the post as well. I knew I was going to have trouble with the management over this, but the practice of pushing pornography on children is indefensible and one I felt like speaking out against. I never post anything political and only rarely talk about such things with a very few friends. Well! DA took down my post.  My attempt to answer the notification was stymied by a notice telling me that it was computer generated, a neat trick indeed for those who deny demonstrated reason and truth. Never mind that it passed all requirements that determin

One of Mr. Willie's photos was used in L. A. Confidential, the Great Jerk Off Caper of 1953 scene.  If you ever go over to John's house wear heavy gloves and don't touch anything. https://vocal.media/filthy/the-godfather-of-bondage-john-willie  

But who's monstering who?  

So I sez to him, oh yeah?  And then he...ha ha ha! Then he gets all mouthy, like, uh uh uh uh.  So I smacks him one, and by this time his loudmouth bitch gets outta line but a boot to the ribs settled her hash, believe you me.  All this over a parking space in front of Kresge's.  Whatta bunch of schnooks.  Goddamn but do I hate tourists. Worst Easter in jail I ever spent. Illustration by Walter Baumhofer.  Dime Western Magazine, October 1933.

Cheat my friends outa their muskrat hides?  We'all here in Texas practice fair play, partner .  Stand by for justice! From Red Rabbit #9, January 1948.  Dearfield Publishing.  Etta Hulme, artist.  And-   I truly hope that most of you realize what an abomination this cartoon is.  Red Rabbit's pretty hot though, ya gotta admit.   Us Texas rabbits are hot stuff, for sure, but really .  Someone throw a bucket of water on Red, he's flaming! Red Rabbit #19, February 1951.  Dearfield Publications.  Etta Hulme, artist.

God - You will have to give up your human appearance, your friends, your family.  You will be covered in fur and the entire world shall be your enemy.  You can no longer have a place in society and your trousers will need a hole in them for your tail.  Buck shall be thy teeth.  Are you truly ready for this change, my son? Me - Are we going to stand here yakking all day or do I get my deepest wish?  Your call, Sir. God - Impudent creature!  From now on you shall be hunted and preyed upon by The Thousand, and when they catch you they shall kill you.  But... first they must catch you. Me - Oh, hell yes , super great!!  (twitches nose, wiggles ears, admires new body).  And fuck a bunch of predators, I'll show them who's King of the Forest.  Don't need pants anymore anyway, ha ha.  (thumps right foot vigorously).  One at a time, ladies...one at a time! God - Oy gevalt, such tsuris he is.  Feh. Illustration from The Adventures Of Benjamin Pink , Garth Williams.  1951.