Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for November 21, 2020

The poop,, I mean portrait is too realistic

“But! Gog! How you know it was you?! My work THAT Good!!?” (Grin!)

one mans freedom of expression is another mans thump-on-the-head.

I thought the elephant was passing gas.

Satire has always attracted a large fan club.

Reminds me of that great British music hall song “The Hole in the Elephant’s Bottom”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u63CBdLj0fQ

Sometimes an artist is his own worst critic. Other times, someone else provides a bruising critique of the work.

Charlie Hebdo.

His drawing stinks.

That’s why artists prefer seclusion to work. Keeps the critics at a safe distance.

Guess that they are still knocking Wiley on the head for his F**k T***p remark in one of his cartoons. Some people have no sense of humor.

I find it interesting that it is an elephant who is defecating. A good bowel movement of this kind certainly is needed now.

There are no happy comedians.

(feels uncomfortable seeing this cartoon; does not understand some of its content)

He’s drawing the first emoji. Now if he could only have gotten royalty rights on that!

Artistic license doesn’t mean you can drive anywhere you want with out consequences.

The first editorial cartoon.

Early liberal censorship.

This was apparently inspired by an old Bernard Kliban strip.

And the club would evolve into a Twitter account.

Is it just me, or does the guy with the club look like Tricky Dick?

it’s so amazing how lifelike the artist managed to capture the person he’s drawing! (snark snark)

What an unfortunate coincidence! He drew the inventor of the mirror.

The origin of cancel culture.

Holy elephant crap!

Everybody’s a critic.

Who’s loved less: the satirist? Or the practical joker?

Make no mistake, I dearly love satire and am a total and unabashed fan of Wiley Miller’s work. Nonetheless, I think we should all remember this balancing point of view:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

—Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919), 26th US president, “The Man in the Arena”, speech at Sorbonne, 1910 April 23

Gog meets Magog.

Absolutely great satire!! Age old!

Why you think mammoth poop you? Mammoth about to poop ON you.

Satire is MOST DEFINITELY in the eye of the beholder …