Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for December 02, 2024

I think the helmet vendor is going to need one for himself soon.

Now for the bat luck part

What’s with the spider?

The logistics sort of works – right good at the right place at the right time (right price is debatable). Seller needs a better marketing program!

Yeah, batting helmets, to protect you while batting – from balls – not bats.

I can only imagine that the guy with the bat’s going to do more damage than just hitting our unsuspecting pedestrian around the head. And, anyway, what’s the idiot doing walking on his own down that seedy street?

Unfortunately his potential customers won’t feel the need to buy one until it’s too late.

Welcome to Helmet’s Kitchen.

On deck to be intentionally decked with one strike.

Rawlings Marketing.

Throw in an athletic cup and then we’ll talk. (Gotta protect the family jewels.)

This strip reminds me how I felt the morning of Nov. 6, 2024.

No Skidding, Rowland!

Back to broken windows policing

The ‘very’ local economy.

But you never knew you needed it until after you left the store…

Politics 101 – create a crisis and then claim to be the only one who can “fix” it.

In light of the alarming violence occurring in many big cities, with innocent people being randomly attacked, I find this comic deeply troubling. It is both deplorable and disappointing. Also to see the villain portrayed exclusively as a white man.

Location, location, location!

It’s like buying a new computer then having the software provider require an expensive update the next day. Coercion in modern life. There’s lots of that going around.

“Holy Hardwood, Batman! Who’s that lurking in the alley?”

“That, Robin, is the infamous Louisville Slugger. To the Batmobile!”

Sheesh, you don’t have to beat him over the head with it.

Oh, wait, nevermind.

Sic a Wiley bear on the mugger!

This is what happens to baseball players who don’t make the cut

count down—-3-2-BONK!!

A batting helmet isn’t meant to protect you FROM bats…

Many years ago when I lived in another state, I was waiting for a red light and there were two cars in front of me. All of a sudden both car occupants emptied out and they went at each other. One had an aluminum bat and every time he hit somebody in the head that bat pinged and a slight echo was made. I backed up, made a u turn and was out of there. I moved out of there when gangbangers rented the house across the street.

First words out of prof’s mouth on first day of Econ 101: “Demand is infinite; supply is finite; all else is commentary.”

They’re in cahoots.

This is how the Mob does it. No different than paying protection money. Perhaps, the “batter” won’t hit you if you buy the helmet his associate is selling.

“Complimentary ‘Being-Hit-on-the-Head’ lessons with each helmet purchase!”

“Hold your head like this, then go Waaah.”

Did that spider escape from a Mercer Mayer book?