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.
Caption: The Minds who run this city pay quick and pay well, so when they ask for names I bring them names.
A few activists huddle together in a dark room, poring over maps and making protest placards.
Caption: They want dissidents, activists; little folk screwed by a screwed up system.
Armed police (tech noir equivalent of a SWAT team) prepare to bust down a door.
Caption: But a name's just a name.
The police have burst through the door into a room. The room is full of jars containing human body parts. A man wearing a bloody apron and holding a saw looks up, surprised.
Caption: And if the guilty get got
The police hustle the man in the apron out of the building. He now has a black bag over his head. Sephone watches from the shadows.
Caption: I figure I've done my job.
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