Crankshaft by Tom Batiuk and Dan Davis for January 14, 2023

The kids need to…..litter their glitter.

LEAVE NO TRACE.

DISPOSE OF GLITTER PROPERLY – Pack it in Pack it out

First job was working in a glitter factory. Cutting those shiny little squares with scissors was tedious. Then counting 50 thousand for each bottle…

If Ed forbade the doing of math homework on his bus…would that be a tally ban?

I should have paid more attention in school, I dont remember the constitution saying anything about glitter

All that glitter could blind the driver, and he could end up hitting a mailbox.

They can do anything they want if they don’t distract the driver and clean up when they leave.

Ed should wear a glitter jacket and pants. Kids see adult doing it and how gross that looks they might stop.

What’s the matter, Crank? Glitter got your tongue?

Awesome week there, Batty! Greatest storyline of the year!

Let the kids have their glitter…as long as THEY vacuum the bus every day. You mess it up, YOU clean it up. Your “freedoms” exist only if they do not infringe on other people’s freedoms.

Rights my tail! It’s a school bus operated by the school and, therefore, the school can say what or what not people (or kids) can have on their school busses. It seems to be an open season on saying “it’s unconstitutional” when people can’t get their own way or, in this case, kid’s rights are infringed simply because of glitter use.

Just tell them it’s an OSHA issue.

WOW!!!!! Epically solid punchline there, guys.

There’s no right to litter, so there’s no right to glitter either.

The idea is if “old” people like something- -it’s ick to youngsters?

Howzzat? (Must be one of the Classified Amendments.)

Wow, and I thought this lameness couldn’t drag on even lamer. I was wrong again. Maybe we’ll get week 2 of this battle.

I thought the whole thing was it was all the holiday wear that was loaded with glitter. Well the holidays are long past, so why are the parents fighting for their kids’ glitter rights now?

So, a whole Bunch of Karens showed up.

I’d tell them, “Sorry, my bus, my rules! If you don’t like it you can drive your brats to school yourselves!”