Is this the only comic that can be made about the Taliban without me getting my head cut off? Maybe, only time will tell, and I’ve heard time is being coy these days about telling us anything.

So yes! I am totally a dad now! Little Man is coming up to his third week of life, and his geopolitical opinions are a little rough around the edges. It’s ok, we have time to iron them out I’m sure. I had a whole lot of great gags written here but WordPress deleted it all. So this post is going to be much more brief.

Auckland just got it’s first lockdown in about a year due to someone walking in some Delta variant from Australia. Nice one guys I hope it was worth it. Although in all honesty I haven’t noticed any difference. I’ve been on paternity leave lockdown since Little Man was born. So my life has not been impacted at all.

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God is standing at the door of his palace while a heavenly throng crowds the palace steps, waving pickets reading things like Lucifer 4 God, I {heart} Morningstar, etc. Lucifer is standing next to God, a smug expression on her face. “You want to be God, huh Miss Lucifer Smarmy Pants? Well there are rules.”

There is a table set up with two chairs behind it, and two plates piled obscenely high with hotdogs. God is already sitting in front of his plate, robe sleeves rolled up, wearing a hotdog bib and possibly a truckers cap. Lucifer has just come across the scene. This is not what she was expecting. Not at all. “First one finished gets the keys to Heaven!” God booms cheerfully.

Same scene as panel two, but God is merrily tucking into the hotdogs while Lucifer looks on with a disdainful expression.
There are some things you will not stoop to, even if the universe is at stake. "You know what, I'm vegan."